Xue Jingchuan faced Huo Zhenyang, "There's one thing I need to remind Mr. Huo, in the eyes of the public, Zaizai is your flesh and blood, but Miss Jiayi has never claimed to have any current relationship with you from the beginning to the end. These two points, I hope Mr. Huo doesn't get confused. Taking Zaizai away might be excusable, but threatening Jiayi to go back with you, if the reporters find out, they will make a big fuss—forcing a single woman by the honorable city mayor, doesn't sound so good when spoken aloud, does it?"
Huo Zhenyang's cold eyes slanted with an icy, mocking tone, "Really? Do you truly believe she has nothing to do with me now?"
Xue Jingchuan looked at him puzzled.
Jiayi's back turned cold, not knowing what he was about to do.
A mysterious wickedness flickered in Huo Zhenyang's eyes as his large hand slid into his trouser pocket and when it came out, his fingers held a clear tape.
The pink cotton material inside the tape was vaguely visible.