"Mr. Huo... is also here." Eli Shart spoke up and asked.
"Jiang Shuya, I have something to say to you." Huo Jingfeng ignored Eli Shart, instead looking at Jiang Shuya, his voice hoarse.
"I have a friend here, it's not convenient." Jiang Shuya rejected him coldly.
"I'll leave as soon as I'm done talking. I won't take much of your time." Huo Jingfeng's expression was also cold.
"You go ahead and talk, I'll head inside first." Eli Shart knew Huo Jingfeng didn't want him around to disturb them, so he took his bag and went inside the house willingly.
Jiang Shuya stood there, hands lightly clasped together, her face slightly turned, unwilling to look directly at him: "Speak quickly."
"You haven't lost your memory, have you?" Huo Jingfeng's words were a statement, not a question.
