Although he wasn't from Yueyuan, his commands were just as assertive as Wang Weiran, the Yueyuan heiress.
When it comes to arrogance, Young Master Huo had never lost to anyone.
And indeed, the security guards were intimidated by him, only partly because of the formidable Tibetan Mastiff and largely because of the name Huo Ting.
In Capital City, those who offended this little tyrant generally didn't end well.
Wang Weiran was furious, feeling her face had been ground into the dust and her dignity trampled underfoot!
She had been hit, injured, yet the security at their company hadn't budged, no one helped her take revenge, and the person who hurt her was still standing unscathed in front of her!
Then Huo Ting turned to Susu and said, "You little troublemaker, why didn't you tell me you were in Capital City?"
Huo Ting's face was stern, clearly conveying a message in big letters: He was angry! The hard-to-please kind!
"Hmm? Why should I tell you?" Susu didn't understand.
