After the little girlâs junk food and pocket money got confiscated, she rested her head on her brotherâs shoulders and pouted in silence.
Iâm so mad!
âGood girl.â The young boy patted her head with a small smile and spoke to her in a low voice, âWhatâs going on with the mining mountain isnât something you can worry about now.â
With Huo Yaoâs personality, he wouldnât turn around even if he hit a wall.
Although he didnât know why she kept on mentioning them going bankrupt, she obviously couldnât change these things.
...
After telling the two annoying brats to leave, Huo Yao breathed deeply. He played with the lighter in his hands carelessly but didnât light the cigarette.
Special Assistant Zhao touched the tip of his nose, âSir, Head Zhao is letting go of the matter in the Salty City.â
âHe said that he could give Salt City to you but to please let the Zhao family go.â
âThe Zhao family?â Huo Yao asked carelessly, obviously not in the right state at the moment.
Special Assistant Zhao glanced at him strangely.
This man was always eager to do things but as he stood in front of his desk, his lips curved upwards ever so slightly on his cold face.
His long and slim fingers turned the lighter and his temples throbbed at the little thing mentioning him going bankrupt in almost every sentence, eventually speaking up slowly, âNevermind.â
The man threw the contract into Special Assistant Zhaoâs arms and sneered, âTell the Zhao family that I donât want the mining mountain anymore.â
âGet people and watch over them closely, if they try to extract anything then immediately report them.â
He smiled coldly, âLet me see; does he really want his family dead or does he want to guard this useless mining mountain?â
Because all the other big families have their eyes on the mining mountain, they were trying to pull the Zhao family towards them.
Perhaps the Zhao family had been flattered for too long, this guy dared to provoke Huo Yao.
Special Assistant Zhaoâs lips twitched. Huo Yao looked like he was thinking âif I canât have it then others canât have it eitherâ. He eventually nodded.
Fine.
You are the boss. You do whatever you want.
*
At noon, the little thing laid on the table and the puppy wagged its tails as it played with a pillow.
âGrandpa.â
Ye Sang tilted her head to the side and looked outside enviously, âCan I go out and play?â
The Huo family had some entertainment centres.
But she was too young and Old Master Huo couldnât let her go, let alone sheâs in the middle of healing her wounds. He would hurt too if she bumped herself again.
How could he possibly let her go out like that?
Old Master Huo comforted, âGood Sangsang, how about Grandpa take you out once your knees are better?â
Ye Sang panicked and quickly shook her head:
âNo, no, I want to go out now.â
But how could he agree? Under her hopeless protest, the little thing squeezed the little bag hanging on her waist and her eyes lit up at the thought of something, âGrandpa, whatâs brodda doing?â
Old Master Huo pinched her soft face and smiled, âHeâs doing homework.â
âDid you think everyoneâs as idle as you?â
Ye Sang thought she had been underestimated.
The little thing straightened her back and dragged her tone on, âBut Sangsang has homework too!â
Grandpa Huo laughed, âThen why donât you do it?â
What homework did kindergarten have?
Probably just some easy maths questions.
Judging from how smart his granddaughter was, he believed that she would finish it in half an hour.
âOkay!â Ye Sang agreed crisply. Under Grandpa Huoâs gratified gaze, the little girl skipped upstairs.
Humph.
You donât have to take me out.
Sheâll make brodda take her to Yanâanâs place.