Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He

ly traced the surface of her phone, hesitating for a while before sending a WeChat message half an hour later.I'm sorry, Mr. Ho, I fell asleep.On that side, Huo Shaoting held a glass of wine in his ha...He parked the car in a few moves.At night, the courtyard of the Huo residence was eerily quiet, with only the faint chirping of insects.Huo Yuns thought reached over with one hand to unfasten his seat...