Huo Zhenyang didn't deny it, "Yes."
Boris, consumed by rage, exclaimed, "You're still protecting that woman to this very moment? What about my daughter? Did she just die in vain?"
As he spoke, spittle flew from his mouth.
George, the lawyer, and the servants of the Huo Family all turned purple-faced, daring not even to breathe.
No one had ever dared to treat the Boss with such an attitude—
The Boss was probably about to get angry.
Even Boris's breath caught for an instant, realizing he had been too agitated.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Huo Zhenyang raised his slender finger, lazily wiped off the spit from his temple, and looked at Boris coldly with deep-set eyes,
"Xiaolei wasn't killed by her. If Uncle wants to avenge his daughter, he should be looking for the real murderer."
George secretly took a deep breath. Had it been the usual Boss, there would be no such patience, and he would have erupted in fury by now.
