Lu Mo comforted her. "Mom, I don't think so. If Senior really suspects us, he wouldn't have persuaded Qiao An to stay. In my opinion, the medical plan he formulated for Qiao An is just due to his professionalism towards patients."
Mrs. Lu was furious. "Because of his interference, we can't do anything to Qiao An."
Lu Mo sighed in disappointment. "We'll find an opportunity in the future."
The night was hazy. A tall, imposing figure stood in front of the French windows. There was a smoky cigarette between his long white fingers. The hazy light smoke blurred his handsome face.
When Huo Zhou pushed open the door and entered, he choked on the smoke in the room and coughed non-stop.
"Xiaoran, how many cigarettes have you smoked? I'm choking." Huo Zhou could not help but complain.
Huo Xiaoran turned around and stubbed out the red cigar butt on his finger. He walked to the sofa and sat down.
