In such a scene, Huo Tingxiao actually managed to speak with a tone as light as the breeze and as indifferent as clouds, which surprised everyone.
Only Mu Lan looked at him with some worry. The calmer he became, the more uneasy Mu Lan felt.
In the crowd, Pei Zhao, sitting in a wheelchair, slightly curled up the corners of his lips, watching the scene with great satisfaction.
And there, standing beside him, Lin Yize's eyes were filled with a complex emotion, his gaze fixed on Huo Qidong, as if trying to restrain something.
"Tingxiao, what do you want to do?"
Huo Qidong furrowed his brows, looking at his eldest son with a tone tinged with helplessness.
Huo Tingxiao returned the look directly.
"What do you think I want to do?"
The two seemed to be speaking in riddles. Shen Zichu had grown up with Huo Tingxiao and knew him well; he feared that Huo Tingyang wouldn't be allowed to leave so easily today.