The teenager took Huo Bei-cheng's hidden anger into full view. Although he tried hard to hide it, he still couldn't hide his eyes. He sat slowly on the sofa vacated by Tony. His slender fingers tapped on the arm of the sofa. "Well, Lord Huo, Miss Su is still alive for the time being. See you?"

paused and raised his lips again: "But it's hard to say if it's still alive after a while."

Huo Bei-chen turned his cold, abyss-like eyes to the teenager: "What do you really want? Money or something?"

The teenager smiled and said, "I just want to appreciate your worried expression about Miss Su."

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