Huo Yao had bought a small villa overseas. After putting his daughter on her little bed, the man turned around and walked toward the study.
Ye sang was not asleep. She lay on the bed in a daze for a while, then ran to the door of Huo Yao's study and squatted down to listen to the foot of the wall.
The sound insulation in the study was excellent. The little guy leaned his face against the door out of boredom. He did not care about his image anymore. He blinked his round cat eyes and vaguely heard his father talking on the phone.
The little guy looked up at the sky and felt depressed for a few seconds. Then, he heard his father's cold voice.
"The Shen family is doomed to decline. Since I can't help, then it's not impossible to get a share."
"..."
Special Assistant Zhao was silent for a moment. When he thought of his friendship with special assistant Liu, he could only bite the bullet and agree.
There was nothing he could do.