Huo Junlin’s subordinates almost burst into tears when they heard this. One by one, they quickly slipped into the car and followed Huo Junlin’s car. As if they had lost their lives, they quickly escaped from this frighteningly naive woman!
In the car.
Huo Junlin was playing with the small bottle of purple hemostatic ointment. However, the corners of his lips slowly curled up as he smiled.
“Yun Xiaoqiao, what an interesting woman...”
No wonder a man as unromantic as Palace saint would be attracted to such a woman.
With her by his side, it would be interesting every day!
As he was thinking, the phone next to him rang.
The caller ID showed two words: “Bronze.”.
He stopped smiling and picked up the call. His tone was slightly cold as he said, “Didn’t you say that you would never call me again in your life? Why, my good brother, is your life so short?”
On the other end of the phone.
Huo Qingtong’s face alternated between green and white.
