Huo Xiaoran glared at him fiercely. Since Huo Zhou made him feel uncomfortable, he would get Huo Zhou busy.
"Find out who this man is. He doesn't look like a good person to me."
Huo Zhou was dumbfounded. "He's clearly a beautiful young man. How can you tell that he's not a good person?"
Huo Xiaoran glared at him.
Huo Zhou did not dare to play up the youth's strengths anymore.
Suddenly, Qiao An's terrified scream came from outside. "Ah!"
Huo Xiaoran's expression darkened and he immediately ran out in a panic.
The chandelier in the exhibition hall suddenly fell, almost hitting Qiao An. It was the young man who pushed her away.
Qiao An had no time to deal with the cut from the glass shard. Her hawk-sharp gaze went straight to the source of the chandelier's tumble. Then she saw a black-clad man in sunglasses flash past.
Clearly, the young man had noticed him too.
