Jiayi couldn't help but frown in disgust. On the surface, these words sounded like a plea, but underneath them was an unspoken warning.
Using her identity as Mrs. Huo?
The scandal regarding Zhenxuan being involved in drug trafficking as part of a Mexican drug cartel had only temporarily died down with his death. If the Huo family's mistress were to land in prison for murder, the public outrage might suffocate Huo Tianpei.
Sure enough, Huo Tianpei hesitated for a moment, his fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged. "Take this wretch back to the hotel first."
"If Dad finds out about her other matter, he might not want to settle this privately."
Huo Zhenyang spoke faintly, lowering the long leg that was crossed atop his knee until it rested on the ground.
The crisp, cold sound of his leather shoe touching the floor sent shivers down Su Yan's spine.
