If the little bastard knew that Huo Zhao spoke such a long sentence, so many words, just to accomplish the mission, he would definitely feel choked up.
An Yang tore open Po Meiqi's gag, and Huo Zhao logically continued to plan and deploy, their cooperation in this move was indeed seamless.
Most importantly, Huo Zhao actually knew what An Yang was doing, instead of blaming him for revealing his identity as soon as he arrived.
This meant that Huo Zhao trusted him from deep within.
Thinking of this, the little bastard felt proud again.
He said he could be of help.
...
The girl, of course, didn't believe it and went back to her place alone, but she could feel Huo Zhao's protection.
Originally in a state of panic, she was now soothed by a bodyguard, which made Po Meiqi mock herself. She thought she was no longer afraid of life's torture, but the mere fact of being followed made her panic as if bereft of her senses, besides, dying in a foreign land, no one would even know.
