A few days later, when Page looked at the black figures that surrounded them tightly in front of him, his face sank.

"What do you mean, Huo Mui?"

He looked at Hawthorne with hatred, but now angry, it is easy to be mistaken for angry.

He Yisheng took the lead in explaining gently, "Mr. Gu, please don't get excited. We have no malicious intentions. We just want to borrow the information in your hand to have a look."

He Yisheng's eyes fell directly on the data in his father's hands, like the wild wolf staring at the prey, all eyes were green.

Huo Miao is really good at calculating everything...