This Time, Huo Qing'ang's Brushstroke Grew Bolder
As Kan Lan, who was reading a letter with downcast eyes, heard the voice, she quickly extended her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, a bit flustered, and then politely smiled, "Mr. Huo."
Mrs. Huo?
So, this young woman before her, who excelled in gardening and possessed a sharp intellect in her work, was actually the wife of Huo Qing'ang?
"Has Mrs. Liu finished discussing matters with my wife?" Huo Qing'ang nodded and then took a seat beside Gu Pianpian, inquiring in a cold tone.
His voice was hoarse but still carried an air of authority.
His sharp gaze, like a cutting blade, seemed as though it could pierce through the secrets of both women.
Observing Huo Qing'ang holding Gu Pianpian in a pledge of sovereignty, Kan Lan changed the subject, "Is this Mrs. Huo?"