Huo Yunting did not show the slightest change in his expression in the face of Huo runâs accusation. His face was cold and hard, almost cruel.
On the other hand, Lu Zhaoyangâs long eyelashes trembled slightly. She finally sat up straight and allowed Yan Yi to drag her into a car.
Her resentful and angry roars gradually lowered and finally disappeared.
Yan Sinian returned to his usual smiling self, but his eyes were sizing her up.
âMr. Huo, thank you for your understanding, but Huo run is your daughter. Iâm surprised youâre so understanding.â
âHowâs mo ning?â Huo Yunting asked coldly, as if he did not notice his probing.
âIâm fine now. â
Yan Sinian raised his eyebrows. His gentle smile was the complete opposite of what he had said.âOtherwise, you wouldnât be standing here.â
If anything were to happen to mo ning, no one would be able to escape!
âI want to see her now.â
Ever since he found out that mo ning was his daughter, Huo Yuntingâs heart had never truly calmed down.
His hopes had been dashed time and time again, and he was about to run out of patience.
Yan Sinian knew how anxious he was.âHow about this? sheâs still recovering. Iâll arrange for you to meet her once sheâs fully recovered.â
......
He was running out of patience.
There should be a conclusion to this matter.
Huo Yunting felt wronged. He had never been forced to obey someone elseâs will.
Unfortunately, mo ning was in his hands. For the sake of his daughter, he had no choice but to endure.
âAlright,â he said.
âSee you next time.â
Yan Sinian smiled, waved his hand, and got into the car.
The others also returned to their cars in an orderly manner. In an instant, the originally crowded street suddenly became empty.
As the cars drove away one after another, only the three of them were left on the wide road.
He was about to get into the car when he suddenly smacked his forehead.âDamn it!â
âWhatâs wrong?â Lu Zhaoyang was confused.
âDid that brat just say that my daughter is his woman?â
ââ¦â¦â
Lu Zhaoyang also remembered the incident.
âShe just came of age!â
Huo Yuntingâs face was already dark, and now his expression was even darker. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
âThat Yan Sinian is not a good person! No, I canât let my daughter be with that kind of man. Sheâs my little cotton jacket, my little lover. I havenât even had the chance to be intimate with her, how can I let another man take advantage of her?â
ââ¦â¦â
Lu Zhaoyangâs lips twitched when she heard that.
Father and daughter hadnât even acknowledged each other yet, and he was already thinking about this. He was thinking too much.
ââ
At the Yan family villa.
In the small dark room in the East Greenhouse, Huo run was brought here and tied to a cooking table like a fish on an anvil.
Yan Yiâs fingers slid across a row of shiny knives and finally chose a slender knife as thin as a cicadaâs wing.
He flicked the knife with his long fingers, making a crisp sound. Then he smiled and said,âmiss Huo ran, have you ever seen a slice of fish before?â
Huo runâs eyes widened in horror, and his body convulsed in fear.
âWhat do you want to do?â
âIâm a chef,â
Yan Yi didnât answer her question. Instead, he raised the knife and sized it up.
Under the dim yellow light, the shiny blade glinted with a cold light, reflecting Yan Yiâs smile.
In Huo runâs eyes, it was like a devilâs smile.