Huo Tinghao's thin little face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and his small hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles were almost going to pop out from under his skin.
Huo Shaojun's words were tantamount to telling him that he had been abandoned, she had forgotten him, even his grandparents didn't want him... Otherwise, why hadn't they come to see him?
Huo Shaojun came out of the study with a dark face, glanced at Jian Liangtong sitting on the couch in the living room, narrowed his cold eyes, and walked straight to the door, picked up the car keys from the shoe cabinet, and went out.
The sound of the door slamming shut was like a thunderbolt, pulling Jian Liangtong back to reality, realizing someone had left.
Judging by the sound of the door, it was obvious it wasn't Huo Tinghao; he didn't have that much strength.
Jian Liangtong looked toward the study, her heart hanging in suspense, and got up to walk towards the study.
