Huo Yunting could not get the phrase 'it is negative' off his mind. All his hope for fluke and his actions had turned into a slap in the face. He got changed but could not get over the disappointment. Walking past Lu Zhaoyang's room, he just took a quick glance and hurriedly left.
On the way back to the city, he felt inexplicably drained. Earlier, when Xue Yuming firmly told him that Huo Xu was his son, he felt the blood connection between them. But reality had thrown him into the brutal cold of dismay.
It was late at night when Huo Yunting arrived at the city. The summer air still felt a little cold at night. In the car, Huo Li could feel sorrow from his silence. Brother Ting must be extremely depressed when he decided to come back at midnight.
"Brother Ting, shall we go to Golden Capital?" Booze might make him feel better, perhaps.
Sitting at the rear seat, Huo Yunting said nothing but just uttered a short 'Mhm.'