Chapter 13
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The moment Huo Yanxi and Lu Xia entered the lift, Song Ning, who had been polite and distant a moment ago, immediately became cautious. She looked at Huo Yao and said in a gentle voice, "Come on in..."
Before the lift doors closed, Lu Xia turned around to see her foster mother's sudden change in attitude. Her face instantly turned green.
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The Huo family's house was not big, but it was a two-story duplex. It was decorated in a classic Chinese style, and the furniture was made of mahogany. Judging from the layout and the layout of the house, it was obvious that the owner had good taste.
Huo Yao looked around unhurriedly before her eyes landed on a calligraphy hanging on the wall. A look of surprise appeared on her face.
However, a thought quickly crossed her mind and she veered her eyes away. She automatically dismissed the idea of a famous calligraphy piece.
Although the Huo family didn't seem to be a super poor family, they weren't so rich that they could afford to buy expensive paintings that were priceless in the market.
The calligraphy piece was most likely an imitation.
Huo Yanxi's father noticed his daughter's gaze lingering on it for a moment. He was still worried about how he could get closer to his daughter. He glanced at the calligraphy piece and rolled his eyes.
"Yaoyao, do you like calligraphy too?" asked him with a smile.
Huo Yao raised her brow and looked at her father lazily. "I'm not interested."
Huo Yanxi's father was instantly speechless. The topic of calligraphy he was about to discuss got stuck in his throat. After a while, he said in a daze, "Oh? You're not interested..."
Huo Yao noticed that he seemed to have suffered a blow. She went quiet for two seconds before she said, "My personal interests are different."
The moment Huo Yanxi heard her, a kind smile appeared on his face again. He rubbed his palms and immediately asked her. "So what's your interest?"
Huo Yao recalled the time before she transmigrated into this body. She suddenly fell silent. A few seconds later, she raised her head to look at her father and replied solemnly. "Studying."
Huo Yanxi's father's lips twitched violently when he heard her reply. His serious face almost broke.
How could a slacker who often skipped classes say that her interest was studying...
Huo Yanxi looked at his daughter quietly. She did not seem to be joking. He suddenly wondered if he had been misled when he asked the teacher about her in the small county.
His daughter seemed to be a well-behaved and ambitious girl.
"Old Huo, are you showing off your lousy calligraphy again?"
Song Ning vaguely heard her husband mention calligraphy. As she brought out the dishes from the kitchen, she glared at her husband and shouted in an imposing manner, "Hurry up and get the bowls and chopsticks."
"I'm not showing off."
Huo Jinyao's father touched his nose. Although he walked to the kitchen timidly, he did not forget to mutter softly. "Why do antiques look like rubbish to you? My calligraphy is..."
His voice became softer and muffled, so Huo Yao could not hear the rest of his words clearly.
However, his mother's words were quite loud just now.
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After dinner, Song Ning brought Huo Yao upstairs.
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