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nNo matter how Song Yaoyao tried, she could not connect to the novel website again.

nSong Yaoyao was in a bad mood.

nAfter rolling around for half an hour, she finally fell asleep.

nBut, no matter how late she slept, her body clock naturally woke her up at 6am. She stretched and yawned before she pulled open the curtains.

nOutside, a youngster covered in morning dew stepped out the front door right at that time dressed in athletics gear, and he proceeded to jog down the path outside.

nThis property was really big. The ginkgo trees in the back were now bare and covered in a layer of snow.

nAs Song Yaoyao stared out the window, she was suddenly reminded of her recent attempt to steal a kiss from Huo Yunque and how she was caught in the act.

nThe temperature of her cheeks increased.

nSong Yaoyao pouted. Sometimes, she didn’t understand that man. Did he have feelings for her or not?

nAnd what kind of feelings were they?

nHuo Ningxi sensed someone looking at him. As he jogged, his eyes drifted to where he felt the gaze coming from and happened to see a delicate figure move away from the window.

nHis footsteps slowed down and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

nHe suddenly thought about the words that Song Jingwan had told him.

n“Yaoyao loves denying how she truly feels…”

nWas that true?

nHe had no idea that Song Yaoyao was simply taking a breath of fresh air.

nShe wandered into the bathroom in a daze, brushed her teeth, and washed her face. As the icy cold water hit her face, she finally woke up a little.

nToday’s schedule was to meet with Yun Shuihan.

nShe thought for a bit and called Tang Xinrou to accompany her.

nDuring breakfast, Huo Ningxi’s gaze continuously swept across Song Yaoyao. Song Yaoyao pretended not to see him. But by allowing him to do this, he grew braver and braver, and started staring straight at her.

nSong Yaoyao furrowed her brows and looked at him.

nLike a criminal, he quickly looked away.

nSong Yaoyao was curious, “Huo Ningxi, is something wrong?”

n“No.”

n“Oh?” Song Yaoyao immediately sped up her eating. “Then stop looking at me.”

nHuo Ningxi took a bitr of prawn dumpling. “If you didn’t look at me, how did you know I was looking at you?” he responded childishly.

nSong Yaoyao shrugged. “Take your time eating. I’m leaving.”

n“Hey!”

nHuo Ningxi panicked. “You’re going out again? Where are you going? I want to go too…”

nSong Yaoyao ignored him as she led Huo Jiu out without turning back.

nHuo Ningxi wanted to chase after her but Uncle Zhang stopped him.

n“Young Master, Master Huo instructed that from now on, apart from mandatory classes, a private teacher will also teach you financial management. The teacher should arrive at 8. Hurry and get ready.” “I…”

nHuo Ningxi gritted his teeth. “Uncle Zhang, are you doing this on purpose?”

n“Oh…” Uncle Zhang was surprised as he looked at him confusedly. ” Young Master, what are you talking about? What do you mean I did it on purpose? The Master organized all this, and he’s doing it for your own good!”

nHis surprise and confusion were perfect; he didn’t expose anything at all.

nBut, no matter how unhappy he was, Huo Ningxi could only watch as Song Yaoyao boarded the car outside, and was driven out the main gates.

nHe was furious!

nInside the car.

nSong Yaoyao played with her phone as she looked at Huo Jiu via the rearview mirror.

nShe narrowed her eyes gently; her gaze was deep for someone of her age.

n“Huo Jiu, did you do something against your conscience?”

n“Ahem…”

nHuo Jiu coughed hard. As he choked, he pretended to be surprised. “Huh? What are you talking about, Miss Song?”

nHe blinked and turned around to look at Song Yaoyao.

nWritten all over his face were the words, ‘I’m innocent and naive. I didn’t do anything.’

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