Qin Shaojin sent Shu Ran back to her father, and on the way to Huo Mansion, he called Huo Jinnan, "Brother Huo, if it was Xiang Xiran, what would she want with Shu Mengmeng?"
Qin Shaojin, "..."
He lit a cigarette, finished half, then extinguished it in his palm, "Brother Huo, speak more elegantly, don't be so crude."
Huo Jinnan, "To a crude person, everything sounds crude."
Qin Shaojin threw away the half cigarette, "Brother Huo, if you keep this up, you'll have no friends."
Huo Jinnan was silent. Shu Mengmeng in Xiang Xiran's hands would likely develop more severe depression. If she turns her into a "Xiang Xiran" with depression—
Thinking of this, he frowned, "Even though Xiang Xiran is a woman, her methods and ruthlessness are no less than a man's, and she's surrounded by so many men, all tools in her hands, so don't be complacent."
Qin Shaojin rolled up a sleeve and laughed lightly, "You know Xiang Xiran so well, you've never done anything to wrong our Huanhuan, right?"
