When the nanny saw that Huo Tinton was carrying a child, she quickly went up to him and took the child into her arms.

"Mr. Huo, this is .."

Huo Tindong crossed his long legs and casually sat on the sofa. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as he spoke.

"Call her Miss from now on."

"Hm?" "Alright."

Miss? That means she's Huo Tindong's daughter?

Why didn't I hear that Director Huo has a child?

Hey, the nanny was laughing inside. Why can't I think of this?

"Mr. Huo, which room are you staying in?"

"Just across the room from my room."

The nanny was stunned for a moment. It seemed that this little girl was quite a spoiled brat. She was actually able to get Huo Tindong to put her by her side.

After thinking about it, he didn't dare to delay any longer and carried the sleeping child back to the room opposite of Huo Tindong.

Huo Ting Dong had just taken the financial newspaper from the tea table when he saw Xue Shan, the butler, hurriedly come in.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Huo, Miss Wang is here."

The man frowned. "Who told her to come?"

"It seems like something happened at the company and they want to report it to you in person."

"Let her in," he said, in a resigned tone, as he slapped the newspaper down on the table.

Cheng Yiran was a university classmate of Huo Tindong's. Both of them had a degree in finance at Stanford.

Cheng was handsome and intelligent, and his business sense was sensitive. At first, they were close for the sake of business cooperation, but later, because they were both single, Cheng was very satisfied with the calm, rich Huo Tindong. He slowly moved from business to life, from life to sex, and finally got into bed.

It was only when Cheng YingRan appeared that these rumors were broken.

Cheng Yiran came from a distinguished family, and her background was pure. Most importantly, she didn't have any love experience, so Huo Tindong could be considered her first love.

But gradually, he realized that Cheng Yiran was beginning to lose his sense of identity.

Huo Tinton sighed and rubbed his brow.

"Oh?" Cheng Yingran's long and narrow beautiful eyes turned, and he asked with a few traces of delicacy, "Who are you meeting outside?"

This kind of pressure was not something that a collaborator would give out.

He could only suppress the displeasure on his face. Instead of answering, he asked, "Do you have business with the company?"

"Yes." Cheng Yiran nodded and took out a thick stack of folders from his bag. She quickly put away her flirtatiousness and returned to work.

"Huo Zhenglin recently embezzled a sum of money from the company in your name."

Huo Zhenglin was Huo Tindong's nephew. Although he was called a nephew, he was actually only two years younger than Huo Zhenglin. He was already twenty-one years old this year.

The man was slightly taken aback. "I know about this sum. Why?" Is there anything wrong with that? "

"Director Huo did ask him about the use of this money."

"Didn't you say you were going to open up the eastern part of the city for an amusement park?"

Cheng Yingran shook his head

"But he used the money to buy a bar called Mad Love."

Huo Tinton's eyebrows rose, and the fire in his heart flared.

Everyone in Song City knew that the "Madness Love" bar was involved in the drug trade.

"Did that brat sign a transfer contract with them?"

Cheng Yingran shook his head, "Luckily, I discovered it early and blocked it, or else the consequences would have been unimaginable. Everyone knows that Huo Zhenglin is your nephew, and if he were to do something like that, he will inevitably discredit the company."

The man slightly nodded, and a layer of gentleness appeared in his originally cold eyes. "This matter has been hard on you. You've done hard work for the company."

Hearing his tone soften, Cheng YingRan's heart stirred. His pretty eyes slightly raised as he softly said, "You should know that I am willing to do all of this."

After saying that, she took a step forward and walked behind Huo Tindong. Then, she lifted her jade-like fingers and massaged Huo Tindong's temple.

She knew that Huo Tindong had this headache from time to time, so she had specially asked the teacher to study professional massage.

The man let out a soft sigh, closed his eyes, relaxed his shoulders and leaned back against the couch, looking very much enjoying himself.

After a moment of silence, he said softly, "You're the most sensible one."

"Alright, then I'll go take a bath first."

The man gave an almost inaudible grunt of acknowledgment.