Chapter 72: Don't you have a shelter?

Huo Zhenyang saw her push him away, his brows twisted in displeasure.

Was it such a big deal to have borrowed her little hand? Was there a need for that disgusted expression, as if she had stepped in shit?

Just then, a knocking sound arose, followed by the voice of Aunt Ping from outside:

"Is Mr. Huo in Miss Jiayi's room?"

Huo Zhenyang furrowed his brows, "What's the matter?"

Aunt Ping hurriedly said, "Some people from the police station are here; they're looking for you."

The police station?

Jiayi was startled and, forgetting her annoyance, looked toward him.

Huo Zhenyang spoke loudly, "I'll be right down."

Then, approaching her again, he cupped her chin, "Stay upstairs, I'll be back soon."

The closer Jiayi got to him, the more she remembered the scene on the balcony just before.

Who cared if he came back?

She angrily shook off his hand.

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Downstairs in the villa, in the living room.