Hua Nuan's lips curved into a faint arc as she placed her phone aside, looking at the man with elegantly crossed legs, charming and devilish, engrossed in his book, and spoke.
"Huo Zun, do you think Hua Ruyi will go along?"
"Not necessarily. Don't worry, I'll make arrangements, and if she doesn't go, we'll have her brought over."
Hua Nuan: "..."
Truly clever.
Hua Nuan's eyes brightened; she couldn't help but speak.
"Hmm, thank you."
"You're welcome. Don't worry about the budget, just enjoy yourself. Understand?"
The man's blue eyes were filled with certainty and indulgence.
Hua Nuan was somewhat moved by the man's actions, awkwardly avoiding his gaze, she spoke softly.
"Hmm..."
Huo Zun was becoming increasingly affectionate towards her.
Hua Nuan felt she was getting overwhelmed.
In the past, she would definitely question the man's reason for being good to her—love, confinement, or something else.
