Huo Jingting's gaze was icy, and he didn't say a word.
Xiao Zhan's tone gradually turned sinister, "Back then, my mother died at your hands, and we haven't settled that score. Now, my father has also died because of you. Do you think I'll just pretend nothing happened?"
Huo Jingting lit a cigarette, propping his chin with his other hand, "Do you think this will threaten me?"
"I don't know if it will threaten you, but I know you care about Gu Nanqiao." Xiao Zhan sneered, having pinpointed his weakness, "The more you care, the more you'll rack your brains to hide what happened back then."
After speaking, he paused and added, "But that's your personal business. I'm not too interested. Right now, I need you to do me a favor."
Huo Jingting gripped his phone tightly, "What if I refuse?"
"It doesn't matter if you refuse. I can't compete with you now, whether I live or die, it's all in your hands."
