He Zhichu put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can at the corner of the wall. He straightened up and didn't even look at Huo Shaoheng. He said plainly, "It's my duty. You Don't have to thank me."
"It's for the best, Young Master He."Huo Shaoheng smiled. His attitude towards he zhichu was unusually gentle, and he didn't sound like he was holding a gun in his mouth.
He Zhichu's eyes sparkled as he suppressed the churning emotions in his heart. He sneered and pointed at himself. "Mr. Peter managed to woo Nianzhi so quickly? Have you asked me?"
"... This is between me and Nianzhi. Why do you have to ask young master he?"Huo Shaoheng pretended to be confused, "I'm being polite to you, but you're taking it too seriously. Forget it, I'm going back to the Soviet Union in a few days. Don't worry about Nianzhi, young master he."
