All eyes in the room fell on Huo Juanyan at the entrance.
He sat nobly in a wheelchair, a light gray woolen blanket covering his legs, his black mask reflecting a cold light, and his whole body exuded an air of not-to-be-trifled-with, bloody aura.
He twirled the white jade ring on his thumb, emitting an oppressive aura around him.
Chen Li, who was behind him, pushed the wheelchair, making distinct rattling sounds, and pushed him in front of Nan Bofu.
With an unyielding presence, Huo Juanyan spoke in a piercingly cold voice.
"Uncle Nan, since Nan Zhou does not trust Dean Li, surely he trusts me, doesn't he?"
Upon seeing Huo Juanyan, and meeting those indifferent deep eyes, Nan Bofu's heart skipped a beat.
He composed himself, slightly lifted the corners of his lips, and said amicably, "Family Head Huo, what are you talking about? Everyone here knows that you keep your word and the most valued thing to you is honesty. Of course, I trust you completely."
