Chapter 125: President Huo Is Heartbroken~

His words carried a deeper meaning to the onlookers.

Someone in the crowd began to stir things up.

"Ms. An Ge, it's Young Master Huo's birthday today, and he's already spoken harshly. Why not perform a stunt to entertain him?"

"Yeah, since you're from a humble background and can't give a proper gift, just walk barefoot on glass fragments. That sounds exciting."

"Exactly, look, even Young Master Huo himself has tacitly agreed."

Amidst the chatter, An Ge felt her blood growing colder and colder, and her heart turning numb.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the man sitting on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed, completely ignoring her presence.

Her fingers, hanging by her sides, clenched and unclenched until her nails dug into her palms, leaving a sticky, wet sensation. Only then did she release her grip.

A drop of blood fell from her palm onto the gray-white carpet.

She lowered her gaze, watching the drop quickly absorbed by the carpet, and took off her soft-soled cloth shoes.