Yangcheng Detention Center.
The iron gate creaked open, and Huo Shaojun walked out.
In just two short days, his originally handsome face had become much more haggard, even his eyes were no longer as bright as usual.
Huo Shaoting had pulled some strings to visit him.
Zhen'er had also come along.
Zhen'er couldn't help but cry, "Young Master, how could you be like this! You, such a gentle and loving person, how could you do such a thing!"
Huo Shaoting wasn't a fool; he could see that Zhen'er was concerned about his brother.
He sighed inwardly: A doomed relationship!
As expected, Huo Shaojun looked up with a calm expression, "It was my doing! Don't overthink it."
Huo Shaoting gave him a deep look and asked, "Brother, have you really decided?"
Huo Shaojun gave a faint smile.
