"Young Master!"
Just as Tan Yu was fantasizing about how to torture Qiao Xi, a servant hurriedly barged in and said in a panic, "Young Master, bad news! M-Mr. Huo is here!"
Tan Yu's body instantly stiffened, and his eyes were filled with panic. Madam Tan, who was at the side, also frowned.
After a few seconds of silence, Tan Yu suddenly stood up and frowned indignantly. "So what if he's here? What does it have to do with him that I dote on women? I'm from the Brook family—"
"Young Master Tan."
Before Tan Yu could finish, a dignified and low voice came from the door. Then, a tall, gentle-looking, and handsome man walked in.
He looked to be in his 20s and exuded a gentle aura. There was even a faint smile on his lips. Such a gentleman should be unguarded.
However, in the next second, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the smile on his face made one shudder.
Tan Yu's fat body trembled. He mustered his courage. "W-Why are you here?"
