Translator: Yunyi
âEn.â
Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and patted on Song Yaoyaoâs shoulder, gesturing for her to stand properly.
His gaze was calm as he stood in place with a presence that could only belong to someone with a superior status. Seeing him like this, it was easy to forget his age.
Heâs too young, Song Rui thought with a sigh.
A smile immediately appeared on his face and he sounded like he was clearly trying to appease him. âHello, Mr. Huo, I am Yaoyaoâs father. Children act recklessly. Thank you for taking care of her over the past two days. We brought some gifts for you. We didnât know what youâd like and whether this would be suitable for you.â
Huo Yunque lowered his eyes, looked at the outstretched hand, and did not respond.
Uncle Zhang quickly grabbed Song Ruiâs hand and said with a smile, âSorry, the Master is a germaphobe and doesnât like physical contact with strangers.â
This was the truth. Huo Ningxi nodded.
But when he saw Song Yaoyao clinging to his Small Uncle and even holding onto his sleeve, his lips immediately twitched.
[Nonsense!]
He felt his Small Uncle wasnât actually a germaphobe, he simply couldnât be bothered interacting with those that werenât worth it.
Song Rui naturally saw this scene as well. He didnât show it on his face, but there were waves stirring in his heart.
If he didnât like physical contact with strangers, then what about Song Yaoyao? Was she no longer a stranger?
âThatâs fine.â He was cheering on the inside. Who knew his daughter would be so capable. âWhereâs our gift? Hurry and bring itââ
âNo need.â
Huo Yunque raised his eyes and walked toward the living room.
He had a gentle presence and didnât have a forceful vibe, but for some reason, he made people feel distant.
âPlease...â
From the moment that Zhou Manli entered the house, her arrogance completely disappeared.
The Songs were already wealthy, but at a glance, any random decoration in this insignificant living room was enough to buy their entire mansion easily.
Not to mention the antique vases that could be seen everywhere and the precious wooden furniture.
She licked her lips as her heart fired up.
Mr. Huo was young, he was more powerful than Huo Ningxi, and he was really handsome.
If he liked young women, and he was fine with Song Yaoyao, then her impressive Wanwan naturally deserved better...
Song Rui sat down with Zhou Manli in a cautious manner.
âMr. Huo, look, this is century-old ginseng that I won at an auction recently. Itâs perfect for nourishing Elder Huoâs body. And thisââ
Without looking at the boxes, Uncle Zhang smiled slightly and said, âSorry, Mr. Song, but the Master never accepts gifts.â
At their position, plenty of people wanted to take the Huos down. They could never be too sure about what was contained in their gifts?
Besides, it was just century-old ginseng.
Inside their storage, the Huos even had 500-year-old ginseng. They had no space for something like this.
Didnât they see all the decorations in the house? They had to display them because they didnât fit in storage.
âOh? R-really? Sorry.â Song Rui rubbed his hands and smiled at Huo Yunque. âBy the way, Iâve heard a lot about you. Who would have thought that Mr. Huo would be so young with a kind heart? Thank you for taking care of Yaoyao over the last two days. Sheâs going through a rebellious stage and just ran off. It took us a while to find her.â
Kind heart?
Huo Yunque smirked, his eyes filled with amusement. It was rare for him to hear this term, so it was quite interesting to hear it.
âYouâre being too polite.â
He rubbed the rim of his cup and glanced sideways. âDo you want to go home?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om