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nSong Wenchuan quickly realized that if he ignored them then he wouldn’t be annoyed by them. “You guys chat. I’m going back to my room to rest.”

nHe then turned around and opened a food ordering app on his phone.

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nAs soon as Song Yaoyao returned to her room, the first thing she did was have a hot shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she turned on her computer and sat down at her desk.

nThe lights caged her in, causing her to appear petite.

nJust as she picked up her cake, her Penguin Chat vibrated.

nShe bit her lip and puffed up her cheeks as she looked at her screen.

nMeng Qiqi: Babe! The quality of the photos last time was great! I was live on the scene this time and captured a decent amount. Do you have time? Can you help me retouch some?

nSong Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and typed three words.

nIt’s Yaoyao: Send them over.

nMeng Qiqi: Okay!

nSong Yaoyao downloaded the file, opened it up, and had a quick look like last time.

nIt’s Yaoyao: 200

/photo, minimum 10. Send me half the amount as a deposit first.

nMeng Qiqi: Roll eyes Babe, am I the type to run off without paying? Besides, when did you become a miser?

nMeng Qiqi was famous for being rich in their fan club. Back when Luo Xinguang first debuted, she invested several hundreds of thousands on a billboard in Times Square and got them to play his dance video throughout the day.

nIt’s Yaoyao: I’m making money to support my lover. serious.jpg

nMeng Qiqi: Wow! Understood!

nAfter saying this, she quickly transferred half her payment.

nThus, Song Yaoyao began to retouch photos as she ate her cake.

nShe was very quick and particularly experienced at retouching photos as her fingers flew across the keyboard. Only every now and then, did she use the mouse to carefully draw a few strands of hair and eyebrows.

nMeanwhile, downstairs…

nIt was cold at night so Zhou Manli had a shawl on her shoulders as she sat on the sofa and watched television.

nAt this time every night, Song Jingwan would accompany her mother without fail, even though she was not interested.

nDing dong—

nThe doorbell rang. Auntie Liu wiped her hands and poked her head out to have a look.

nZhou Manli was surprised. “It’s so late. Auntie Liu, see who’s outside.”

n“Okay!” Auntie Liu replied before she stepped outside.

nSong Jingwan’s eyes glowed and she felt a bit unsettled.

nWhen Auntie Liu entered with the familiar face, her discomfort immediately increased.

nShe stood up with a swish, looked at Huo Qi in front of her, and her throat dried up.

nAt first, even though Song Yaoyao was close to Mr. Huo, Song Jingwan did not have high hopes for her. Their statuses were miles apart. In Song Jingwan’s mind, Mr. Huo would have to have really bad taste for him to be interested in Song Yaoyao.

nBut she was dumbfounded now.

n“Hello, you are?”

nHuo Qi smiled slightly. From the moment he stepped in, he had already analyzed the situation in the living room.

n“Hi, Mrs. Song, my surname is Huo, Huo Qi. Because Miss Song went to the hospital to visit Elder Huo with Master Huo today, her dinnertime was delayed. The Master was worried that Miss Song would be hungry so he sent me here to deliver some food.”

nAs soon as she heard the surname Huo, Zhou Manli’s eyes lit up and she smiled. “Master Huo? Is it Ningxi? But visiting the hospital—” She looked at Song Jingwan questioningly. Her precious daughter returned home on time today.

nHuo Qi smirked. “Not this Miss Song. The other one.”

nZhou Manli’s smile immediately disappeared. “Are you talking about Song Yaoyao?” she asked in shock.

nIn that case, which Master Huo was he referring to? Did the brat go on a date behind everyone’s back?

nHow could that be? She was planning to let Wanwan marry Ningxi!

n“Yes,” Huo Qi nodded. “Has Miss Song had her dinner yet? This…”

nHe lifted the container and gestured that it was for Song Yaoyao.

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