Huo Wan's team's office was not far from Huo's. Unlike the brightly lit office here, the employees at Huo's were much more relaxed. With no one working overtime, the entire building was pitch black. Jian Mo stood at the bottom of the building and looked up. Her neck was sore from straining her eyes before she seemed to see the scattered lights on the top floor.

It’s too high, he is standing too high.

Even the secretary was not here at this time.

Huo Qi Chen sat in the executor's office, with surveillance footage playing on the LED. He squinted his eyes and watched the petite woman enter the private elevator and rise up little by little. He couldn't see her expression, but he could basically guess.

Biting his lower lip, he must have been very reluctant.

As expected.

The intelligent sensing door slowly opened, Huo Qichen slowly raised his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Jian Mo's eyes were almost bloodshot, and she looked incredibly haggard.

She didn't even say hello, but sat down directly opposite him, her eyes indifferent: "Mention your conditions."

He didn't move, staring at her closely, and sneered, "Who gave you the courage to beg people with this attitude?"

Jian Mo glared at the man fiercely, trying to maintain her composure, but she couldn't help biting her lip: "Huo Qichen!"

He suddenly shouted: "Let go!"

She was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to understand what he meant, and she slowly released her lip.

What followed was a desperate tug-of-war in silence.

On his table stood a bottle of whiskey, the transparent cup half full, and the ashtray completely empty.

He wasn't smoking, but he reeked of alcohol.

The air also smells of alcohol, which makes people intoxicated when they inhale it.