If You're Not Afraid, What Am I Afraid Of?

At that time, Huo Qihan did not know that his unfilial son had also handed the back of his neck to Huo Chenhuan before he defected.

If Huo Chenhuan moved his hand slightly, it would be enough to break his throat and send him to hell.

Huo Qihan led a group of reporters to stand guard outside the building under the sun. He thought that they would return empty-handed again today.

These reporters had accompanied him under the sun for so long. They were resentful and would definitely criticize Huo Chenhuan.

However, before Huo Qihan could finish thinking about the tragic situation of Huo Chenhuan being besieged by public opinion, the person he thought would not show up walked down the stairs openly.

The reporters surrounding Huo Qihan were like wild beasts that had smelled meat. They swarmed forward and tried to direct their microphones at Huo Chenhuan's face.