Translator: Yunyi
The suppressing vibe that loomed over her from the side made Song Yaoyao grip onto her phone. She slowly shrunk back into the coat, exposing only the top of her head.
It felt as though she could avoid a great calamity by doing this.
However, the coat was suddenly torn away. Song Yaoyao looked timidly into the manâs amused eyes. âMuscles? Strip dancing?â
âAhemââ
Song Yaoyao wished she could crawl through the phone at that moment and strangle Tang Xinrou on the other side.
Was she trying to get her killed?
The girlâs dark eyes darted. Holding back her fear, she suddenly wrapped her arms around the manâs neck passionately and kissed him on the chin coquettishly.
âGege~ Iâm wrong~~â
She pouted her lips. Her voice was delicate and soft.
âWhich floor?â Huo Yunque asked as he carried her into the elevator.
âGege... I promise. I didnât hire those escorts! It really has nothing to do with me!â
Song Yaoyao shrunk back her neck, too afraid to let Huo Yunque see her.
No matter how naive she was, she knew that the girls who were surrounding the handsome guys in that smoggy place were like a pack of wolves filled with excitement.
Although they didnât do anything, the atmosphere was enough to get oneâs imagination going.
If Huo Yunque was to see it, Song Yaoyao felt her life would be over.
âYouâre not telling me?â Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows.
âMm!â
Song Yaoyao shook her head firmly as she covered her lips, refusal written all over her eyes.
âHaââ
Huo Yunqueâs lips curved. Just as Song Yaoyao was about to relax, he called out, âHuo Qi...â
These two words told Song Yaoyao that things were over.
One simple phone call was all it took to confirm what floor Song Yaoyao was on, what she had played, and the names of the guys they had hired.
Song Yaoyao: â...â
âMaster Huo, itâs on the 12th floor.â
Huo Qi turned around and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He lifted his gaze and looked into the girlâs dark eyes which were glaring at him.
It was like she was saying, âHuo Qi, youâre dead.â
Huo Qiâs lips twitched and slowly moved away his gaze.
Life was hard as a subordinate.
Being targeted by the future lady of the house was even harder!
The elevator stopped on the 12th floor.
Song Yaoyao prayed that nothing else would happen. The best outcome would be that the guys had already left.
But...
As soon as the elevator door opened, she heard her friendâs voice.
âYaoyao, where did you go? I... F*ck...â
As she looked into the manâs cold eyes, Tang Xinrouâs voice quietened. She moved aside in fear and asked politely, âMr. Huo, are you here to take Yaoyao home?â
âNo.â
Staring straight ahead, Huo Yunque walked in with Song Yaoyao in his arms. Parting his lips casually, he said, âIâm here to watch the strip dance.â
He looked calm and serious, unaware of how his words affected Tang Xinrou.
Her knees went weak, and her gaze turned dark. Weâre screwed.
Song Yaoyao popped out half her head and glared at her.
Tang Xinrou opened her mouth and clenched her fists, wanting to cry as she gave her a gesture of support.
Sis, hang in there!
As soon as they walked in, a heated scene entered their eyes.
The girlsâ eyes were glowing and their voices were raspy from all the screaming.
âStrip! Strip! Strip!â
âOhhh! Amazing!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
At that moment, they suddenly felt the temperature drop around them and the atmosphere grew heavy.
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