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nSong Yaoyao trembled in fear as though she had been discovered.

nShe didn’t understand why. She clearly didn’t treat Song Wenchuan as her real brother, but when she heard his voice, she immediately panicked.

n“Gege…”

nThe young woman tugged on Huo Yunque’s shirt pleadingly. Her cheeks were red like blood and her eyes were gleaming as she pitifully begged for mercy.

nHuo Yunque curled his lips and asked in a loud voice, “Will you act recklessly from now on?”

nSong Yaoyao pouted her lips and said sullenly, “I wouldn’t dare.”

nThe pitiful Song Yaoyao had never been held in anyone’s arms except for her father’s.

nThis time, she was taught a good life lesson.

n“Okay, go then.”

nHuo Yunque finally showed mercy and let her go.

nSong Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief as she finally gained control over her body again. Like a little loach, she quickly pushed open the car door and slid out.

nSong Wenchuan was walking towards them at that moment. When he saw Huo Qi’s face, his eyes turned cold.

n“You—”

nHuo Qi smiled slightly and stretched out his hand, “Huo Family’s Upper Twelve Guards, Number 7 (Qi). Sorry for arriving without notice.”

nSong Wenchuan’s gaze fell upon Song Yaoyao who had just stepped out of the car and furrowed his brows. Stretching out his hand as well, he replied, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

nThe Upper Twelve Guards of the Huo Family were historically the personal guards of the master of the Huo household. They spent their lives devoted to their master and were usually orphans nurtured from a young age.

nSince Huo Qi had appeared, then the person in the car…

nHis guess was right. A moment later, the man opened the door and stepped out.

nHis clothes were simple and his appearance was surprisingly young. But, of course, the moment that he appeared, the powerful presence that could only be accumulated through years of authority and the man’s classy and refined aura, clearly highlighted the reality for Song Wenchuan.

nThe person that brought his sister home was Feng City’s reclusive Mr. Huo!

n“Yaoyao, you—” His gaze was complicated. As he looked into Song Yaoyao’s slightly red eyes, he furrowed his brows. “Did someone bully you?”

nWithout a care, he straightforwardly asked this question in front of the man.

nIf upper society was split into classes, the Huos had long surpassed them and reached unreachable heights. So, if Huo Yunque wanted to, he could even make a century-old socialite family disappear from Feng City forever.

nThe Songs were no exception.

n“Huh?”

nSong Yaoyao held onto her cake, walked around the car, and approached. She didn’t expect Song Wenchuan to ask such a question.

nShe took a glance at Huo Yunque and replied, “No one bullied me.”

nSeeing that the girl was lying, Song Wenchuan clenched the fists by his side. Suddenly, he walked up to the man and looked into his calm eyes. “Mr. Huo, my sister is still young. If she has offended you, I shall apologize on her behalf. Can you please show mercy and let her go?”

nThe night was quiet and the estate rarely had any passersby.

nHuo Yunque rotated the prayer beads in his hands and smiled. “Oh? Why would you say that?”

nHis voice was calm, without any trace of forcefulness. Compared to the rumors, he was actually quite gentle.

nBut Song Wenchuan’s back stiffened as the man’s eyes fell upon him. He wasn’t angry but his authority could be felt. In fact, his powerful presence made one too afraid to even lift their head in front of him.

nSong Wenchuan gritted his teeth and endured. “My sister is timid. Although I don’t know how you met, the two of you are not from the same world.”

nNo matter the reason, Song Wenchuan did not want to see Huo Yunque appear in front of Song Yaoyao again.

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