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Even though Huo Jinnan was chatting, his hearing was so good that every single word Qin Shaojin said entered his ears, clear as day, making it hard not to eavesdrop.
He lifted his gaze and glanced in the direction of the balcony.
His eyes shifted downward, landing on Qin Shaojin's legs.
Qin Shaojin turned off the phone, and as he turned around, he immediately noticed Brother Huo's gaze—
His steps froze, looking at Huo Jinnan, his expression collapsed.
Didn't he already lower his voice? Damn good hearing, can't a person have any privacy?
Huo Jinnan casually withdrew his gaze and continued chatting.
Qin Shaojin felt quite uncomfortable below, pressed his nose bridge, and entered the living room to sit beside the old lady, at the farthest spot from Huo Jinnan.
The old lady turned to look at Qin Shaojin.
Qin Shaojin, knowing he was in the wrong, was particularly humble, "Grandma."
