On the wedding day, Huo Sichen didn't even look at me.
The entire Huo family knows that I am a purchased commodity.
I have endured my stepmother's pearl necklace and my cousin's cynicism.
Because I want to find out one thing - who set up my father's eight million gambling debt.
The answer is hidden in the Huo family, in the old accounts from twenty years ago, and in the old scar on Huo Sichen's ring finger.
He told me that my father was not the only one who was ruined by Huo Mingyuan. His mother was the first.
"Join me," he squeezed my hand, "don't just leave after using it."
I agreed.
But I didn't tell him——
I am no longer sure at what point I started to stop treating him as just a tool for revenge.
