Young Master Huo wanted to smoke but held back, considering that An Ge was pregnant. He lowered his head, playing with the metal lighter in his hand, creating a click-clack sound with the friction of the gears. His voice was cold as he said, "Speak."
"You said my eyes resemble someone else's. Is she also from the Qin family?"
The clicking of the lighter stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere in the car instantly dropped to freezing point. The man lifted his gaze, his red-tinged phoenix eyes coldly glancing at her. After a long pause, he finally replied, "Yes."
An Ge bit her lip. "What's her name?"
Huo Shaoyan looked down again, fiddling with the lighter with a chilly voice, "That's the second question. You're not worthy to know her name."
"Fine," An Ge said, then opened the door and got out of the car.