When the pink illusion worm completely dissipated, the man in the carriage felt a sharp pain in his chest.
The bone-piercing pain disappeared in an instant. Huo Zhao raised his hand and pressed it to his heart, his eyes dark.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. At this moment, Huo Zhao felt his mind become extremely clear.
"Stop the car," Huo Zhao said coldly.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" The guard sitting outside immediately stopped the carriage and asked Huo Zhao respectfully.
"Turn around and return to the residence," Huo Zhao said slowly, his eyes exceptionally deep.
At this moment, recent events kept replaying in his mind.
He felt that he had been too concerned and infatuated with Yu Linlang recently. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to be with her all the time.
It was as if some magic had attracted him to that woman.
Thinking of this, Huo Zhao's frown deepened.
