ection. It was just a matter of moving my fingers."Fu Yan clenched her fingers, it turned out to be Shen Wei.She said Xia would never make such a low-level mistake. At the time, Shen Wei still put on...Huo Jing'shu had never liked Fu Yan, and now that Fu Yan was no longer part of the Huo family, she could openly make trouble for her.

He whispered, "I'll teach her a lesson."

"Not at all." Fu Yan didn't want to have any more ties with the Huo family.

Ho Mingzheng instructed Ho Jingshu, who then told Du Xiner and Ho Sijie that there would be more waves coming their way. She didn't want to get involved again.

Ho Mingzheng knew what she was worried about, but you didn't wait for him to speak.

Fu Yan asked, "These years have you been paying my mother's living expenses out of your own pocket Don't worry about who told me, just tell me if it's true"

Huo Mingzheng pursed his thin lips and said, "Yes."

"I will find a way to return it to you."

Huo Mingzheng was caught off guard by her words. He turned and picked up a cigarette box from his desk, took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and the smoke swirling around him obscured the restlessness in his eyes.

"Yan Yan, I don't need you to return my money."

"I don't owe you anything."

Fu Yan hung up the phone, Huo Mingzheng stood by the window silently smoking.

He opened the top WeChat profile picture and typed a line: "If I owe anyone anything, it's always you. You don't owe me anything. Consider that money as me taking care of all of you on behalf of Uncle Wu."

In the evening, Huo Mingzheng declined a dinner invitation and returned to Jing Sheng Garden.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, the living room light was on.

He clearly remembered turning off the lights before he left this morning.

There are two pairs of shoes in the hallway, a pair of men's leather shoes and a pair of women's high heels.

The apartment Fu Yan originally lived in was a two-bedroom unit. The distance from the living room to the entrance hall wasn't very long, and you could see straight through it.

He raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged couple sitting on the sofa. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

A glimmer of sunlight caught Cao Fang's act of touching his nose.

"Do you listen to me, or them"

Cao Fang opened his mouth to explain, but the middle-aged woman on the sofa spoke first, “What are you scaring him for It was I who forced him.”

It was Huo Mingzheng's mother, Cheng Weiqin, who opened the door.

Cheng Weiqin is fifty-one years old, but she takes good care of herself. Coupled with her beautiful bone structure and facial features with mixed blood characteristics, she doesn't look a day over thirty.

She leaned against the sofa, languidly watching her son. He was outstanding in both appearance and intellect, the most sought-after man in Nancheng, a target that women flocked to.

"Mr. Huo is so low-key, he's not living in the manor and instead staying here"

Facing his mother's teasing, Huo Mingzheng remained unfazed, walking over with a stoic expression. "Dad, Mom, have you eaten"

Facing her son's changing of the subject, Cheng Weiqin was not flustered. She had plenty of tricks up her sleeve. "I just took a walk around, this used to be Fu Yan's place, right"

Ho Mingzheng sat beside his father, Huo Chengqi. "Dad, don't you have class today You came so early."

Huo Chengqi caught a glimpse of his wife giving him a warning look with her eyes. He cleared his throat and said, "Didn't you hear your mother talking to you"

He Mingzheng sat in the middle, leaning back against the sofa with no intention of answering.

Cheng Weiqin didn't speak anymore, she just quietly looked at him.

He Mingzheng stood firm as a mountain, even offering Huo Chengqi a cup of tea.

Finally, Cheng Weijun was the first to lose.

Her face darkened, her expression completely different from the teasing one she had moments ago; it was now severe.

"At the last dinner party, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone, so I and your father tried to bear it. But if you insist on being with Fu Yan, we won't agree." clenched her fingers, tightly pursed her lips and said nothing.Ho Mingzheng silently put her shoes on.However, he did not immediately release her ankle. Instead, he held onto Fu Yan's ankle tightly,...