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nTranslator: Yunyi

nShe held onto the flower happily.

nThis scene made Huo Ningxi grow in frustration. “Song Yaoyao, can you be any more childish??” he scoffed.

n“Gege~~”

nSong Yaoyao’s face drooped as she tugged on Huo Yunque’s sleeve like she was going to cry.

nHuo Yunque narrowed his eyes with a calm expression. “Huo Ningxi, don’t eat and talk at the same time.”

nHuo Ningxi: ???

nSong Yaoyao didn’t just talk while she was eating, she even stole a flower!!

nWhy didn’t you say anything about her?!

nHuo Ningxi looked aggrieved. In fact, he wanted to cry as his heart felt sour.

nSong Yaoyao’s eyes lit up. She lifted her chin and looked at Huo Ningxi smugly.

n“Gege, do you want to eat breakfast together?” She held her cheeks and looked at him eagerly.

nHuo Yunque froze and Jiang Tao became anxious. “Miss Song, the Master doesn’t usually eat breakfast. You—”

n“Uncle Zhang, bring me a bowl of plain congee.”

n“Pfff—”

nSong Yaoyao rested her chin on her hands and glanced sideways. Her curled eyelashes blinked. “Sister Jiang Tao, I thought you knew Gege really well~”

nJiang Tao froze and she almost broke her composure.

n“Gege, try this. It’s really tasty!”

nSong Yaoyao pointed to a dish on the table as she spoke in a soft voice.

nHuo Yunque lowered his eyes, took Song Yaoyao’s suggestion, and had a taste.

nHe didn’t eat breakfast often, and his dining table wasn’t normally this lively.

nHuo Ningxi’s mood was complex. He assumed it was because of the weather that he felt a dark cloud above his head even though he was indoors.

nHe couldn’t sit there any longer. He jumped out of his seat and said stiffly, “Small Uncle, I’m going to school. Enjoy your food.”

n“Stop right there…”

nHuo Yunque grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth. “You guys go together.”

n“I…” Huo Ningxi turned around and looked into Song Yaoyao’s eyes, gritting his teeth to suppress his anger. “Fine!”

nHe was going to deal with her in the car!

n“Song Yaoyao, you go out first. I have something to say to Huo Ningxi.”

nThe man crossed his arms and leaned back lazily in his chair.

nHis hands were long, slender, and clean, with defined joints, and he looked inexplicably noble and classy.

nSong Yaoyao licked her lips, obediently finished the last sip of her milk, and nodded her head. “Okay~ I’ll see you later, then! Mwah~”

nShe blew a kiss, jumped off her chair, and walked out leisurely.

n“Small Uncle, what do you want to talk about?”

nHuo Ningxi looked a little awkward as he lowered his head unhappily.

n“I know what you’re thinking. I’m leaving her with you, so you better bring her back in one piece tonight.”

n“Small Uncle!!”

nHuo Ningxi looked at the man in disbelief.

nHis voice was lazy and his legs were crossed leisurely.

n“Why must I do that? I don’t want to!”

nIt was a blessing that he hadn’t already strangled Song Yaoyao to death!

n“Ha…” Huo Yunque’s lips curved upward slightly as he stared calmly into Huo Ningxi’s eyes. “I’m not asking for your opinion. This is a notification. Huo Ningxi, you have no right to object. Understood?”

nHe picked up his spoon again. “Go to school. Remember, if she’s missing even a single hair on her body, I will skin you alive. You know I always stick to my word.”

nThe man spoke in a casual manner, yet it gave chills down Huo Ningxi’s spine like he was standing in an ice cellar.

nHuo Ningxi understood how frightening his Small Uncle could be.

nFor him to say something like this, it meant he wasn’t showing mercy even though his surname was Huo.

nHis bones shivered as he clenched his fists and smiled bitterly. “Small Uncle, is Song Yaoyao that good? Is she worthy of you changing so much?”

nAfter all, this man had strong principles and had always been high and mighty like a God.

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