Everyone in the capital knew that the decisive and ruthless Huo Qingchuan kept a canary on the side, spoiling her rotten. But no one knew that his canary was his “niece,” Fang Zhihe. Fang Zhihe had been with him for three years, only to hear him casually say, “I’m getting engaged to the Qin family’s daughter next month. The women on the side are just for fun.” Fang Zhihe packed her things and left without looking back. Later, Huo Qingchuan knelt before her and begged humbly, “A He, come back. Please.”
