Huo Jinnan stood up as well, his voice coldly rejecting, "It’s very late, I’m heading back to South Garden first."
Huo Qichang stood there, watching Huo Jinnan with a heavy gaze.
Huo Jinnan’s eyes swept over Huo Qichang with an icy tint, showing not a hint of yielding; he shifted his gaze, picked up his phone, and called Huo Bei with unequivocal firmness, "Bring Huo Minhan downstairs."
Within minutes, Huo Bei ca downstairs carrying the little guy. Sensing the tense atmosphere in the living room, he pretended ignorance, "Sir, I’ll get the car ready."
He set the little guy down on the floor and promptly left the Huo Mansion.
The little guy looked down and patted his clothes that Huo Bei had ssed up, tidied up his appearance, then craned his neck upwards to look at Huo Jinnan with puffed cheeks, still angry, his eyes shooting cold arrows at him.
Hmph, they were talking about Mommy, so why couldn’t he listen?
Huo Jinnan, this jerk, was really too much!
Huo Jinnan picked up the suit jacket that was laid aside and draped it over his shoulders.
The little guy watched for a while, and this stare-down seed to pose no threat to him; it was really la!
He looked away and towards Huo Jinbei, his little face tense, "Little Uncle, did he just ntion who my mom is?"
Huo Jinbei glanced at the little guy, reviewing the scenes that had just played out in his mind, and then he recalled the words the little guy had ntioned before:
Che Huan, Huanhuan...
Could it be that the little guy’s biological mother was the person he called his sweetheart?
No wonder the little guy, with such a proud character, could like her. Could it be so kind of natural mother-son instinct?
Seeing that Huo Jinbei remained silent, still staring blankly at him, the little guy dissatisfiedly pursed his lips and looked around at everyone in the room, frowning. Why did they all have such strange expressions?
It seed like no one intended to answer his question!
Really, did these people all dislike his mom? Were they trying to force Huo Jinnan to marry that annoying woman?
Thinking this, the little guy’s frown deepened, and he "hmphed" emphatically, pursing his little lips, quickly switching sides, "My mom, as long as I like her, that’s enough."
Seeing that no one spoke up, he paused, turned to Huo Jinnan, and wondered if that was why he was sent upstairs, was it because they feared sothing unpleasant would happen? Just like that ti a long, long ti ago?
He walked over to Huo Jinnan, reached out his little hand to grab Huo Jinnan’s big one, and pouted, "Never mind, your wife, as long as you like her, that’s all that matters; who cares if others do or not! After all, Mommy lives with us, not with them, there’s no need for them to butt in."
Huo Jinnan looked down at the little guy without saying a word and lifted him up with one arm, heading straight for the door.
The little guy perched on Huo Jinnan’s shoulder, looking back at everyone in the living room with a cold, icy little face and tightly pursed lips, all high and mighty.
Huo Jinxue watched the little guy, truly his second brother’s seed, changing face so quickly! In the blink of an eye, they were united against a common cause?
She could hardly contain her admiration for the little guy; despite her own age, she never dared to have a confrontation with Grandpa, Dad, Big Sister, and her nephew. At just over four years old, the little guy already had a look of invincibility, just as cool and classy as his second brother!
She turned to Huo Jinbei, barely managing to whisper, "What Second Brother said should be true, right? Xiaowei doesn’t look anything like a mber of the Gu Family at all."
Huo Jinbei signalled her to keep her voice down.
Huo Jinxue played the scenario in her mind, it must be that girl she saw last ti; she seed quite nice, far better than Gu Yunqing.
So it turns out, Second Brother is really capable, hiding a woman for five years without anyone finding out!
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