Huo Jingting shrugged indifferently, "Here I am, aren't I?"
Initially, he had no intention of coming, and now that he had, it was the limit of what he could do.
He had come, if only to present a facade for others, but to act contrary to his own feelings, to play a dutiful son before that man, he truly could not do it.
When there is no affection, there is no affection; such a thing cannot be feigned.
Uncle Wei's face took on an awkward tinge; only then did he fully realize that Huo Jingting's indifference towards the Huo family wasn't an act—it was a genuine lack of familial affection.
In his heart, the Gu family was his real home.
"Eldest Young Master, just this once,"
It was a long time before he spoke slowly.
The old man's tone even carried a hint of pleading.
Huo Jingting's indifferent face, however, showed no sign of being moved; he seemed not to want to waste more time on this issue. He would not go, and there was no room for negotiation.
