An Ge followed Qin Lang, who had bailed her out, out of the police station, and immediately saw the handsome man standing under the streetlight, smoking a cigarette.
His tall, elegant figure turned towards her, his gaze as icy as frosted glass, piercingly cold. An Ge braced herself and walked toward him, taking the initiative to speak first, "Young Master Huo, now that I'm a guest of Mrs. Huo, even if you have a lot of dissatisfaction with me, please be more forgiving. After all, offending Madam won't do you any good."
Huo Shaoyan was both amused and angered by her words.
With his tongue, he pushed a bulge into his cheek and tilted his chin at An Ge. With a half-smile, he said, "Do you know what happened to the last person who spoke to me like that?"
An Ge felt a chill run down her spine under the icy sharpness of his gaze.