Chapter 91 Mr. Huo, let me help you.

After saying that, May Song couldn't help but curse herself for being an idiot!

Such things didn't even have to be said. Besides, even if she wanted a report, a phone call would have been enough. Driving over here at a night like she was bringing a purpose!

May's face was scarlet from embarrassment. A pair of hands that had been placed on the steering wheel suddenly felt unsure of how to place them.

Joseph Huo looked down at the expensive watch on his wrist and slightly narrowed...