The man, usually noble, sharp, and fiercely arrogant, suddenly regained his composure the second before the doctor was about to expose his feigned faint.
He sat up in bed, his golden eyes fixed steadily on Yulan with a calm expression. However, had Yulan observed him closely, she would have noticed that beneath his forced composure lay a sea of panic.
At that moment, as Huo Zhanting opened his eyes, the three men in the room locked gazes. It was as if sparks were crackling and popping in the air between them. Huo Zhanting’s gaze swept coldly over Shen Zhuoran and Suxing Ye, who were standing by the bedside, his face maintaining the haughty, reserved bearing of a natural-born elite.
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