Chapter 657: That Little Woman is His Achilles' Heel

Boris, as a high-ranking official within the country and a core noble of both the Royal Family and the government, usually had his secretaries filter and then transfer any calls that came to his official residence.

Of course, except for Huo Zhenyang.

In the exquisitely decorated upper-level government office, it was Boris who personally answered the phone.

The moment he saw it was Huo Zhenyang calling, Boris thought of the complaint his daughter had made crying on the phone earlier that day, and he roughly guessed what it might be about. Nevertheless, he tried his best to control his emotions and greeted,

"It must be the middle of the night over there in China, isn't it? What's the matter that you're calling at this time, looking for your uncle?"

"It's about Xiaolei," the man said directly, his tone calm, revealing nothing of his mood.