C117 He Didn't Feel Bad about It

She took a deep breath and finally cast a sidelong glance at Huo Bailee. He was calm and collected, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was a refined scum, not like the angry man who had trapped her in the Huo's lounge and kissed her by the neck.

Huo Bailee did not say anything. He held the last card in his hand and lifted the corner of the poker card to look