Sit up from the coffin?
Huo Zhen's lips twitched at Xiao Bailu's words.
This woman speaks as sharply and boldly as she did back then, like a feisty little pepper.
But she happens to have the face of a classical beauty; when she doesn't speak, she looks just like a noble concubine or Empress stepping out of a Tang Dynasty painting, truly contradictory.
Huo Zhen pressed his lips and retorted, "Three years have passed. If he was still alive, do you think he wouldn't have come to see you?"
Xiao Bailu snorted and lifted her chin, "Who knows what that pervert is thinking? I clearly heard that recently he's been active online, even stooping to fix a firewall bug for a little broke company under the Si Family. That dog of a man, he has time for such trivial things but no time to see me?"
Huo Zhen: "…That's not him."
He really found it hard to explain.
He knew who helped Mrs. Hu Yi's company through its crisis, even if others didn't.
