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Chapter 165

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When Huo Ningxi said this, Song Yaoyao also found it strange. How did that annoying figure disappear?

"Oh, Young Master, are you talking about Huo Qi?" Uncle Zhang crossed his arms. "He made a mistake and was punished by Sir. It's okay."

Huo Ningxi moved his lips and wanted to ask what mistake he made.

However, he swallowed his words in time. All the servants in the Huo family followed his youngest uncle's lead. Even if he asked, as long as his youngest uncle did not say anything, he would never have the chance to know.

"Uncle Zhang, where's Sister Jiang Tao?" Song Yaoyao leaned against the car window. "I don't think I saw her this morning."

Jiang Tao usually woke up early in the morning to serve her.

She had wanted to take revenge on her, but she had disappeared.

"Oh, her?"

Uncle Zhang was still smiling. "She also made a mistake and was chased out by Sir."

She also made a mistake?

And with Huo Qi …

Song Yaoyao clicked her tongue. "No way. Did Huo Qi fall for Jiang Tao? Then he should be punished. He has bad taste … "

"Ahem …"

Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes and kicked the front seat. "Let's go."

Uncle Zhang explained for Huo Qi, "Jiang Tao was disloyal. It has nothing to do with Huo Qi. Miss Song, you should go to school. You're going to be late. "

Moreover, she would know in the future that cleaning was the lightest punishment in the Huo family.

Song Yaoyao held a pink thermos in her arms and leaned against the car drowsily.

"Screech —"

Suddenly, the car jerked violently and the screech of brakes sounded. Song Yaoyao was shocked and her head hit the front of the car before she could react.

Huo Ningxi's eyelids twitched. He raised his hand and grabbed the back of her collar to pull her back.

"Do you know how to drive?" His eyes were cold and his tone was cold.

"Young Master, someone suddenly stopped the car in front."

Song Yaoyao covered her neck and coughed twice. Hearing this, she looked up.

In the winter, the woman was wearing a wrinkled lady's suit. Her cold and elegant face was haggard.

Jiang Tao?

Song Yaoyao rolled down the window and leaned against the car with a lazy smile.

The sound of footsteps could be heard. Finally, they stopped outside.

"Song Yaoyao."

Jiang Tao's voice was calm, but there was a trace of malice in it.

"Hmm?"

She looked up and smiled sweetly. "Uncle Zhang said that you were chased away. So it was true."

"Are you very proud?" Jiang Tao chuckled. "If Sir can drive me away for you today, he can do the same for other women in the future! I've been working for the Huo family since I was fifteen. It's been ten years since then, but I was kicked out because of a phone call. "

Song Yaoyao was amused. "Why should I be proud? Isn't this how it should be? "

"What did you say?" Jiang Tao was stunned. Their eyes met.

Song Yaoyao said, "Do you know the biggest difference between you and me?" Her eyes were black and white. They seemed clear, but when one really looked at her, one would find that they couldn't see through her at all. "I'm the master of the Huo family, and you're the servant. I know you like Brother. I knew it from the first time I saw you. But so what? Brother doesn't like you, not in this life. "

Jiang Tao wasn't a stupid person, but when it came to love, she stumbled.

"Since you know, why are you still targeting me?"

"Because I don't like you —"

Song Yaoyao swung her legs and turned her head lazily. "Do I need a reason to hate someone?"

She had been smiling sweetly from the beginning to the end, without any malice. But when she looked at Jiang Tao, it was as if she was looking at an ant.

Would a god lower his head to pay attention to an ant?

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