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Chapter 172

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In the kitchen.

"Old Mr. Yi, why did you give that young lady a token of yours?" asked the middle-aged man jealously as he looked at Old Mr. Yi with a complicated expression.

He had worked for Old Mr. Yi for more than a decade, but he had never seen him value someone so much. Even though Huo Yao had rejected his offer to take her in as a disciple, he still felt that Old Mr. Yi was in a bad mood.

Old Mr. Yi was cooking the medicinal cuisine that Huo Yao had criticized. He did not even raise his head when he heard the middle-aged man's question. "It's always good to have a friend."

"But you don't have to..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish, Old Mr. Yi interrupted him. "You are too narrow-minded. You don't know how to read people."

Old Mr. Yi's hands paused for a moment before he shook his head gently and said, "Do you think that Min Yu's friend is ignorant?"

Even though the young lady claimed that she did not know much about medicine, he was not a shallow person. If he could not tell that she was trying to keep a low profile, he would have lived his life for nothing.

The middle-aged man went quiet. Although he felt that Old Mr. Yi's words made sense, how much could a 17-year-old young lady know?

His lips curved into a nonchalant smile. In the end, he did not say anything.

After all... Old Mr. Yi was getting old.

**

Before long, Zhuo Yun drove Huo Yao back to the estate.

The moment they got out of the car, they bumped into Song Ning and Huo Jinyan, who had just returned from their new apartment.

Huo Yao's car door was still open. She instinctively stood still when she saw them. "Dad, Mom?"

Song Ning and Huo Jinyan did not drive today. Instead, they got out of the car after the driver dropped them off at a fruit shop outside the estate. They were holding a bag of fruits in their hands. They were stunned when they saw their daughter getting out of a black car.

Song Ning snapped out of her daze and instinctively looked at the black car. However, it was already dark. Even though there were street lights nearby, she couldn't see the person sitting in the car clearly. She only knew that it was a man.

"Did you just come back from dinner with a friend?" asked Song Ning after a moment of puzzlement.

"Uh huh," acknowledged Huo Yao softly. She did not introduce Min Yu. Instead, she turned to thank the person in the car before closing the door to block her parents from seeing her.

Zhuo Yun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, did not want Huo Yao's parents to see Min Yu. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Huo Yao leave. He hurriedly started the car and drove away.

It wasn't that he felt that there was something shameful about his master, but he felt that there was no need to do so.

Song Ning and Huo Jinyan watched as the car sped away. After a while, Song Ning said, "Why didn't you invite your friend upstairs?"

Huo Yao's expression was calm. Under the streetlights, her exquisite face looked slightly beautiful. She walked over and took the fruit from Song Ning's hands. "It's too late. It's not convenient."

Song Ning touched the tip of her nose and asked softly. "Was it a man?"

"Yes." Huo Yao's eyes lit up. She seemed to recall something and explained. "It was my tutor!"

Song Ning was even more surprised. "A tuition teacher?"

Huo Yao nodded and replied without batting an eyelid. "I didn't do well in school back in my hometown, but he helped me with my studies."

When Song Ning heard this, she couldn't help but recall what the teacher had said about her daughter's poor grades when she went to the county high school to ask about her daughter's situation.

When she came to her senses, she hurriedly said, "Sigh, why didn't you say so earlier? What's so inconvenient about it? Now that your grades are so good, we should be thanking you properly!"

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