Before his words even fell, Huo Zhenyang took a few steps forward, stretched out a long arm, and grabbed his collar, his eyes as cold as a Rakshasa: "I let you go, but did you let her go back then?"
Huo Zhenxuan shivered, understanding his meaning.
Because his collar was tightly gripped, his face gradually turned red, and he was also struggling to breathe.
His tone shifted, raising his handsome eyebrows: "However, I can let you go, just tell me if Xiaolei's death is related to Su Yan, and then give me the evidence."
The air seemed to be cut off, numbing Huo Zhenxuan's mind, but he retained a shred of willpower.
He didn't believe that by exposing Su Yan, his big brother would truly let him go.
His big brother's words just a moment ago were clear; he wanted to vent for Jiayi.
