Auntie Li's eyes, previously alight, suddenly extinguished in despair as she murmured, "Is there... really no other way..."
Huo Zhenyang's eyes seemed both bright and dark, and he did not speak for a while.
Just then, noise came from outside the door.
It was the sound of clamorous voices.
In the quiet morning, the noise was particularly jarring.
And it grew louder and louder.
A male servant rushed in, panic etched on his face:
"There are a lot of reporters outside, the security of the villa complex can't hold them back, they're all gathered at the entrance wanting to interview the young master about the madam's case—"
"Boss, I'll go out and drive those media away," George reacted.
The lawyer also nodded his head, "Boss, go upstairs and rest, leave these reporters to us to deal with."
Huo Zhenyang's eyes steadied in resolve, signaling it was no worry, and with a turn, he strode out.
George and the lawyer exchanged glances, hurriedly followed after, and went out too.
