"Sir, your hand…" Huo Siqian's men were immediately freaked out by the blood.
"Get the hell out my face. You useless garbage, the guy's already back yet you couldn't find anything… What's the use of keeping you all?" Huo Siqian spat angrily through clenched teeth.
Because of this man, Huo Siqian spent the last four years completely restless. Now, he was here before him, without any warning.
If Su Yu was saddened by Qin Chu's return, then Huo Siqian was filled with pure annoyance. His hand continued to drip blood from the glass shards, but he didn't feel the pain at all.
Compared to these external wounds, Huo Mian's smile when she was next to Qin Chu hurt him even more – her smile was so big and genuine that it was hurting his eyes…
