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Chapter 809

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"Ah … No, nothing. Anyway, thank you." Lin Shuang shook her head in amusement. She held Song Yaoyao's little hand intimately. "Tong Tong and Xiao Ye are inside with the old lady. They must be very happy to see you."

Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly.

"Okay."

The two of them walked in happily. Huo Yunque was dragged away by Mu Jing halfway.

Song Yaoyao realized that Lin Shuang was probably very afraid of Old Madam Yi.

They were talking and laughing, but as soon as they entered the hall, her body tensed up again. Her smile became forced, and even her breathing became careful.

"Mom!"

"Sister Yaoyao!"

Even children couldn't sit still. Tong Tong had long wanted to sneak out to play. However, her mother asked her and her brother to stay here with the old lady, but they didn't like her at all.

She didn't like her mother and was always fierce to her!

However, she still had to listen to her mother.

At this moment, Tong Tong's eyes lit up when she saw Song Yaoyao and Lin Shuang walking in together. Like a small cannonball, she rushed over with a whoosh and crashed into Song Yaoyao's arms.

Then, she hugged her leg and wouldn't let go.

"Sister Yaoyao, I missed you so much!"

Song Yaoyao's eyes curved, and the atmosphere around her softened in an instant. She answered softly, "I missed you too!"

The interaction between the big cutie and the little cutie made Lin Shuang chuckle.

"Tong Tong, how many times have I told you to call me Auntie!"

"No way!" Tong Tong frowned and said unhappily, "Sister Yaoyao is so beautiful. How can I call her Auntie!"

"This child …" Lin Shuang was helpless. "Then what do you call Uncle Huo?"

"Uncle." Tong Tong said confidently. She didn't think there was anything wrong with what she called him.

Lin Shuang facepalmed.

She called Huo Yunque Uncle and Song Yaoyao Sister.

The world of children was really capricious.

Song Yaoyao patted Tong Tong's head and said, "It's okay. Tong Tong can call me whatever he wants."

Xiao Ye took a step forward. Although he was very happy to see Song Yaoyao, he was still very happy. However, she wasn't as lively as Tong Tong. She was a little more reserved.

Old Madam Yi looked at him with a frown that could kill a fly.

"What do you all look like? Is this how Lin Shuang taught you?"

When he saw someone, he didn't even want an old woman anymore.

Xiao Ye's eyes dimmed. He pursed his lips and stopped in his tracks.

Old Madam Yi looks over with displeasure. Her gaze lingers on Song Yaoyao for a few seconds, as if sizing up goods.

Song Yaoyao hated this kind of gaze.

When she came to this world, all the old people she came into contact with had a good temper and treated her well.

However, she knew that not all old people in this world were so kind and amiable.

For example, the person in front of him was very annoying.

Lin Shuang sensed Old Madam Yi's displeasure and quickly pulled Song Yaoyao over.

When she saw Old Madam Yi stand up, she quickly reached out her hands to help her.

"Grandma, slow down. Let me help …"

"Stay away from me!"

Old Madam Yi's voice was deep. She glanced at Lin Shuang coldly. Lin Shuang felt as if her acupoints had been pressed and she withdrew her hands awkwardly.

"Yes." She lowered her eyes and took two steps back. She was obviously in low spirits.

"Mom …"

Tong Tong's voice quickly became sobbing. She timidly tugged at the corner of Lin Shuang's clothes and a layer of mist filled her eyes.

"It's okay. It's okay."

Lin Shuang quickly pressed down on her shoulders and patted her gently. She looked into Tong Tong's eyes sternly and silently said, "Don't cry." Mobile users, please browse for a better reading experience from Love Network.

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