An Zhiguo stammered, "Al...all right, I'll...I'll arrange it tomorrow."
Huo Shaoyan no longer looked at him. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the little woman standing before him, her eyes red with emotion. His voice was cold and mocking,
"I am a man who keeps his promises. If I have promised you something, I will make sure it is done. But if you stir up trouble again by slandering or humiliating Baoying, even if the old lady shields you, I will not let you off lightly."
He paused, lifting his foot to lightly kick her shin, "What are you standing there for? Go apologize to Baoying now!"
Initially, An Ge felt grateful for Huo Shaoyan's intervention. However, that gratitude quickly dissipated. It didn't matter, though. She was about to see her mother soon. What did this humiliation matter compared to that?
An Ge took a deep breath and quickly walked to An Baoying's bedside. With some satisfaction, she said to An Baoying,