But in the end, she owed her life today to Huo Zhanting, who had rushed into the blazing inferno to save her. Taking a deep breath, she looked complexly at the stubborn man before her, walked over, sat beside him, and sincerely expressed her thanks.
"Huo Zhanting, I really owe you one this time... If it weren't for you, I might have truly lost my life."
"Just a verbal thank you?"
Huo Zhanting leaned lazily on the sofa, but the pain from the wound on his back made him involuntarily furrow his brows. In front of An Lan, he suppressed the discomfort and didn't let her notice anything was amiss.
"Huh?" An Lan didn't grasp his meaning.
"Are you just going to say thank you? That doesn't show any sincerity."
"Then what should I do?"