"I just tried to call Director Huo, but couldn't get through. I want to ask when Director Huo is planning to counterattack, so we can get ready,"
Zheng Qian also couldn't wait to slap some faces herself.
An Lan glanced around and finally saw Huo Zhanting's mobile phone on the nightstand. He must have gone for his morning workout and hadn't returned yet; that's why he didn't answer Zheng Qian's call.
"Zhan Ting hasn't come back yet. When he does, I'll ask him,"
Just as An Lan finished speaking, the bedroom door creaked open from the outside.
There was Huo Zhanting, clad in a blue tracksuit, with a towel draped over his neck. The sweat from his workout had soaked through the upper part of his attire, the thin material clinging tightly to his body, faintly revealing his wheat-colored eight-pack abs.
An Lan's gaze uncontrollably shifted onto Huo Zhanting's body.
