Old Mrs. Huo was advanced in years, and despite her granddaughter's behavior, she still felt a pang of softness and looked towards her grandson. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, because her grandson's expression was rather dark. It seemed that this matter was set in stone.
Huo Dongke was growing impatient, his facial expression grim, "The plane is at 7 o'clock tonight. You have three hours to pack your things. If you don't obey, then you can only blame yourself for the consequences."
With those words, he strode away.
He wasn't the least bit afraid of what Huo Weining might try to do. If she dared not leave, then Huangfu Zheng wouldn't hesitate to make her life a misery, and Huo Dongke would not intervene.
He really thought she had grown bold. Banking on her meager resources, she had even dared to mess with the Huangfu Family... even he might not come out unscathed under Huangfu Zheng's hands.
