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Chapter 48

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This man, who seemed so calm and collected, even had a compassionate look on his face.

The level of danger was beyond their imagination.

"Okay."

Huo Yunque nodded ambiguously and turned to walk towards the car. "It's cold outside. Let's go in."

Song Wen-chuan was stunned. Did Mr. Huo agree or not?

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw his little sister trot over anxiously and grab the man's sleeve.

He raised his eyelids and gritted his teeth. "Song Yaoyao —" Do you want to die?

Ordinary people could not reach this level, so naturally, they did not know of this person's existence. Even for them, their impression of the famous Mr. Huo was merely based on the descriptions of others.

However, this did not prevent Song Wen-chuan from knowing that this was a dangerous, powerful, and extremely difficult person to get close to.

He anxiously wanted to pull her back, but he was a step too late. He heard Song Yaoyao's clingy and pitiful voice.

"Brother, are you angry? His thoughts don't represent mine. I don't feel like I'm from a different world from you at all. "

Huo Yunque lowered his eyes and saw the tears in the little girl's eyes.

He reached out to pat her head and ordered in a deep voice, "Song Yaoyao, go into the house."

It was already late autumn, and the night was extremely cold.

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and refused to let go of him. "Brother, tell me first if you're angry or not!"

Song Wen-chuan was dumbfounded as he watched the interaction between the two of them. His heart felt sour and uncomfortable.

It was like raising a cabbage at home, but before it could be cherished, it was eaten by a pig.

"Yeah, I'm not angry."

Huo Yunque did not know whether to laugh or cry. At his position, his wisdom was far beyond that of ordinary people. These few sentences were not enough to infuriate him.

"Go in. Remember to eat dinner."

He got into the car. Song Yaoyao asked eagerly, "When will we meet again? How about this Saturday? I'll treat you to dinner! "

Huo Qi had already gotten into the car and was ready to leave.

Huo Yunque looked at Song Yaoyao. If he didn't agree, the little girl would cry in the next second.

At this moment, seeing that he was silent, her big eyes were already stained with tears, and disappointment crept onto her small face.

He pinched the space between his brows. "Alright."

"Then, pinky swear!!"

Song Yaoyao was happy for a second. She stopped crying and shook her little finger happily.

Huo Yunque: "…"

Alright, Little Liar.

He sneered and ordered the driver to drive. "Adults don't lie to children."

She wasn't like a certain young lady, who acted coquettishly and coquettishly.

"Master is the one who's full of lies!" Song Yaoyao hugged her schoolbag as she watched the black car drive away.

In the night, several cars protected the car in the middle as it left.

Song Wen-chuan had his hands in his pockets. She didn't know when he had walked to Song Yaoyao's side. "Song Yaoyao, what did you call him just now? Don't tell me you're thinking of using Mr. Huo to get close to Huo Ningxi? "He pursed his lips and looked serious.

He didn't think that Huo Ningxi was that outstanding, but his parents were stubborn. Not only did they lose a daughter, but they also urged Song Jingwan to seduce Huo Ningxi.

Was it honorable for two sisters to fight over a man?

Did they really value his excellence, or was it purely because of his family background?

But if they were to really compare, what was Huo Ningxi in front of that high and mighty man? Personally, Song Wen-chuan didn't want Song Rui and Zhou Manli to know about this.

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