Huo Shaojun was well aware.
He sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "Today is your big day, why did you leave halfway?"
The grand young madam's beautiful eyes were icy.
She directly asked her husband, "Did you give Zhen'er to Shaoting and his wife?"
Huo Shaojun didn't deny it.
He sipped his tea lightly and said, "Zhen'er grew up in the Huo Family; if she were to end up outside, it would indeed be pitiable."
The grand young madam couldn't stand it anymore.
She coldly retorted, "If she's pitiable, isn't your wife even more pitiable? Huo Shaojun, I'm so disappointed in you."
"Liu Xiruo!"
Huo Shaojun suddenly called out.
The grand young madam was stunned, "Shaojun, you've never called me that!"
Huo Shaojun's voice was mournful.
He said, "Xiruo, over the years, it's not just you who resented and suffered, I did too!"
He picked up the fruit knife on the table and told her, "If you truly resent me, I can stab myself right now, maybe then we both can truly be free."
