Translator: Yunyi
âHehe~â
Song Yaoyao scratched her head and said sweetly, âGege brought me here~â
âWow, heâs been visiting quite often recently.â
Elder Huo was amused. But as he played mahjong, he noticed Song Yaoyaoâs red eyes and suddenly paused. He immediately furrowed his brows and frowned. âYaoyao, did Huo Yunque bully you?â
âHuh?â
Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment before she waved her hands, afraid that her Gege would be misunderstood. âNo, no, Gege didnât bully me!â
However, as soon as she raised her hands, Elder Huo was shocked. Apart from a layer of ointment on the back of her hand, it was swollen like a bun.
Elder Huo stood up in anger. He grabbed Song Yaoyao and asked, âWhatâs that punk doing? Why is your hand swollen? Heâs already in his twenties, yet he canât even take care of a young woman?â
Outside, in the resting area, the man was calmly flipping through a magazine. His eyes were lowered and he had a noble and restrained temperament.
All of a sudden, there was a loud roar, âHuo Yunque!!â
The man did not lift his head. Instead, he furrowed his brows. âWhat happened this time?â
There was a sense of helplessness in his voice.
âHow dare you ask!â
Elder Huo pointed at Song Yaoyao. âWhat happened to her? Huh? You canât even take care of her properly even though she calls you Gege!â
Huo Yunque was confused. Only when his eyes fell upon Song Yaoyao did he realize what was happening.
He laughed. âSong Yaoyao, tell him where your injury came from.â
âWell...â
Song Yaoyao lowered her head in embarrassment as her cheeks turned red. She clasped her hands together and mumbled, âGrandfather, my hand... Itâs swollen because I hit someone...â
It really had nothing to do with her Gege!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Elder Huo and his mahjong friends, who had come out to watch the show, immediately burst into laughter.
âYoung lady, if you want to find an excuse, you should come up with something more believable. This doesnât sound convincing at all!â
âHahahaha~ Old Huo, where did your son find this girl. She is a treasure!â
âSheâs even quite protective of him.â
Song Yaoyao blushed as she stared at them with her almond eyes. She lifted her chest and said proudly, âOf course I should protect my Gege!â
âAhemââ
Huo Yunque held back a laugh as he placed his fist to his lips and cleared his throat.
Elder Huo didnât believe Song Yaoyaoâs explanation to begin with, so when he saw his son laugh, he was immediately furious.
He really like Song Yaoyao. She had a good personality and she was very likable.
As he looked at his son at that moment, he found him particularly unpleasant to look at.
âHow do you have the audacity to laugh?â
Elder Huo glared at him. âI want to hear the truth! Donât treat me like your subordinates. Donât forget that Iâm your father!â
Even if youâre lawless and domineering on the outside, in front of me, you are still my son!
âGrandfather...â
Song Yaoyao tugged on Elder Huoâs shirt. âIt really has nothing to do with Gege. I had a fight with some schoolmates today. Gege even stuck up for me. Gegeâs actually really nice! Donât blame him!â
âStuck up for you?â
Elder Huo glanced at Huo Yunque who was sitting calmly on the sofa and felt frustrated. Where did he inherit that infuriating expression from?
âHe didnât kill them?â
Song Yaoyao: â...â
That...
...wasnât something he should do, right?
Elder Huo seemed a little ruthless and cruel...
âHe should have at least broken an arm or a leg. Tell me, what did you do?â Elder Huo pointed at Song Yaoyaoâs hand. âYaoyaoâs hand is swollen. We need to get revenge for her!â