Huo Miao's men soon arrived and drove out the Song family, while strengthening security around them.

In the room, Song Weiqing held Huo Miao's clothes tightly and refused to let him leave.

Long eyelashes tremble slightly, and pink lips turn pale and bloodless.

"Miao, will you be here with me? I'm scared!"

Huo Xiao raised his eyes and took a look at He Yisheng.

He Yisheng's face was bitter and astringent. "You talk, I'll go out first."

He Yisheng, who just fought with the bodyguards of the Song family, also had a lot of colours on his body. These injuries were less than one in ten thousand of heartache.

His...