"Brother Shiqian, could you talk about your 'hearsay'?" Xia Chuyi asked Uncle Liberation Army with a grin.
Huo Shiqian slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and asked, "Are you very interested in this matter?"
Xia Zhuyi pursed her lips, shrugged, and said, "It's not that I am interested, but Xia Lan, do you still remember her?"
"The one who is my cousin Xia Lan, the one I had a conflict with before?"
Hearing Xia Chuyi ask this, Huo Shiqian nodded and replied, "Your cousin Xia Lan? I remember."
That woman named Xia Lan, she was the one who had framed Chuyi, he naturally remembered.
He remembered everyone who had ever hurt Chuyi.
Huo Shiqian's eyelids slightly drooped, concealing the emotions in his eyes.
If it weren't for the fact that Xia Lan was Chuyi's relative and he had promised Chuyi not to interfere in this matter, he would have dealt with Xia Lan long ago.
