Huo Zhanting listened to An Lan's sorrowful voice, his heart also clenched with pain. He laid one hand on top of An Lan's head, gently caressed it twice, and uttered the most vicious words in the gentlest voice.
"Although An Guohua has already died, Zhou Huimin has not. The things An Guohua once did, Zhou Huimin was never short of giving advice and strategies. Lanlan, rest assured, I'll make Zhou Huimin understand what it means to prefer death over life."
Since there was no way to take revenge on An Guohua, all the blame could only be put on Zhou Huimin.
Upon hearing this, An Lan looked up confusedly, "But isn't Zhou Huimin in prison? How will you..." She suddenly snapped back to reality, grabbing Huo Zhanting's arms tightly.
"For Zhou Huimin, it's not worth it. Don't be foolish. I won't let you seek vengeance for me. She has already paid the price she deserved. Don't do anything unlawful and disorderly."
