Yan Xiaoxi lay on the bed, looking towards the direction of the balcony.
There was nothing unusual about his expression, but he avoided her when he made phone calls—
Normally, even for work matters, he wouldn't do this. She couldn't help but recall that day at Yunshang, watching Jin Bo lost in thought.
Jin Bo closed the balcony door, turned to look in Yan Xiaoxi's direction, his expression natural, yet his whole body exuded a chilling aura, and his voice was cold enough to make one shiver, "Is this the answer you're giving me?"
The other person, "Xiaodong..."
Jin Bo, "You're not the one to call Xiaodong. Remember, if you dare to touch the Huo Family again, just try."
The other person, "..."
Jin Bo, "Regarding the crash, if you don't give me an explanation, starting tomorrow—"
The other person, "Xiaodong, let's not be like this. Tell me, what exactly do you want?"
