After Xia Furong threw herself into Huo Heng's arms, she quickly stood up straight.
Embarrassed, she said, "Young Master Huo, I sprained my ankle just now. I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry for bumping into you…"
Her long eyelashes fluttered and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked so pitiful that most men would be moved and pity her.
But Huo Heng had seen too many women.
He could tell what Xia Furong was thinking at a glance.
Xia Furong was quite pretty. If it was the old him, he might have flirted with her a bit.
But now, he had no interest in any girl other than Xia Cha.
Huo Heng removed the cigarette from between his lips. His long and narrow eyes suddenly turned sharp and he spat out coldly, "Get lost!"
Xia Furong hadn't expected Huo Heng's attitude toward her to be so bad!