Huo Jinnan turned around, his back to Qin Shaonan, and spoke in a low, magnetic voice, "No need to investigate further. It was me."
It was Huo Jinnan?
Qin Shaonan looked up, his eyes sharp like an unsheathed cold sword, staring at Huo Jinnan, "Why?"
His overly cold voice had not a trace of warmth, like the freezing air of midwinter.
Huo Jinnan didn't speak, just smoked, and even so, one could feel the continuous cold emanating from him.
After finishing an entire cigarette, he finally looked back, gazing inscrutably at Qin Shaonan, "Four years ago, it wasn't Qiao Qiao who came to me."
Qin Shaonan, "Who was it?"
Huo Jinnan paused, and said in a low voice, "Qin Shaoling."
Qin Shaonan was silent, not speaking; he never thought it would be Shaoling, why? Why was it Shaoling?
