"What did you say?" She looked back indifferently as he was like, and her tone couldn't stop mocking herself, "Is this a force for me?"

She suddenly took a step back and left a noble face for the two of them.

"What if I just don't say it?"

The eyes were facing each other, and the two seemed to be confronting each other.

A few seconds later, Huo Qing opened his thin lips and said coldly: "I don't mind publishing the recording that Youlin gave you that night."

The temperature on Zhao Wanyan's body cooled down little by little.

The air pressure in the ward was also terrifyingly low in an instant.

"Okay," she suddenly raised her lips and smiled, a hint of cruelty flashed through her eyes quickly, "Then try it. If you want to vent your anger for Xia Wan, then let it go. I am looking forward to it. How could you warn me if you ignore your feelings over the years and your grandfather? Qingsui, don't regret it."

After throwing this, the smile on the corner of her lips disappeared, and she turned around and walked out the door.

However, the moment the door opened, she was in a short trance.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!