He asked dumbfoundedly, âUncle Zhang, what do you think about Song Yaoyao?â
Uncle Zhang: âAre you talking about Miss Song?
âSheâs really good. Sheâs pretty, well-behaved, loveable, and sweet.â
Most importantly, the Master liked her.
However, he had never expressed this directly.
Before he admitted to it himself, they were not going to assume what he was thinking.
Huo Ningxi: â???â
Huo Ningxi felt that the Song Yaoyao he knew was a different person to the one that Uncle Zhang knew.
âIs she well-behaved and loveable?â She was violent, filled with lies, and a hypocrite.
Thatâs the real Song Yaoyao!
âYes. Why do you dislike her?
âLook at how cute she is. She is also innocent and kind with good manners.â
Huo Ningxi: âHaha.â
He would never believe that!
As he spoke, Uncle Zhangâs eyes lit up and a smile crept onto his face.
âGood morning, Sir.â
âGood morning, Miss Song.â
âUncle Zhang, good morning~~â
The girl wasnât wearing her uniform today. Instead, she was wearing an outfit that Jiang Tao had bought for her. It wasnât one of the big brand names; just a brand that was suited to girls of her age.
A furry white sweater with a plaid skirt, a pantyhose, and small leather shoes.
Holding her pink backpack in her arms, her whole body was full of vigor.
âOh, morning, morning, morningââUncle Zhang noddedââDo you want breakfast?
âThe kitchen made seafood congee, some sandwiches, and fried eggs. What would you like to eat?â
Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes and complained on the inside: f*ck, do I even exist?
Did stupid Song Yaoyao cast black magic on Uncle Zhang as well?!
Only when he boarded the car later did he process what had happened that morning.
His gaze was complicated as he looked at the well-behaved girl sitting on the other side. In all fairness, she wasnât bad looking like Uncle Zhang had said.
But she was simply not bad!
In Huo Ningxiâs heart, Song Yaoyao had a horrible personality!
She was a little swindler who loved to act.
âSong Yaoyao.â
He hesitated for a moment and didnât manage to ask what he wanted to.
âWhatâs wrong?â Song Yaoyao didnât even lift her head.
âYou and my Small Uncle...â He didnât know what to say. With much difficulty, he asked, âDid you do it?â
âDo what?â Song Yaoyao shook her head speechlessly. âIf you want to say something, then make it clear.â
âYou know. That!â Huo Ningxi was so frustrated that he wanted to hit someone.
âWhatâs that?â
Song Yaoyao was also frustrated as she ground her teeth. âIf you canât speak clearly, then donât speak. At your age, donât you know how to express yourself properly?
âIf you keep annoying me, Iâm going to hit you!â
She shook her fist threateningly.
Sighâ
Huo Ningxi gritted his teeth and laughed in anger. âHave you forgotten whose house youâre living in and whose car youâre sitting in?
âSong Yaoyao, Iâve never met such an arrogant person!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWell, youâve seen it now. Are you satisfied?â
Song Yaoyao spread her palms indifferently and grinned.
Her expression was arrogant, smug, and irritating.
Huo Ningxi took a deep breath. He remembered his Small Uncleâs warning and secretly clasped his hands.
He told himself not to be impulsive; impulse was a demon!
Saying one word at a time, he gritted his teeth, âSatisfied!
âI canât be more satisfied!â
Song Yaoyao smiled slightly. âThatâs good~â
As soon as she said this, she suddenly felt a little curious. âSo what did you think me and your Small Uncle did?â
Huo Ningxiâs gaze was complicated as he stared at Song Yaoyao in detail for a couple of seconds.
All of a sudden, he laughed. âSong Yaoyao, why didnât I notice that youâre actually a fool?â