Su Mianmian looked at him in shock and said, "Uncle?"
Isn't he at work? Why is he here?
Huo Ting stared fiercely, and saw Su Mianmian happily holding hands with a pussbucket.
Happily... holding hands ... what the hell?
After seeing Huo Ting's looks clearly, the boss suddenly opened his eyes wide and dropped the notebook in his hands out of fear.
Huo, Huo, Huo Ting, why is he here?!
"What are you doing?" Huo Ting questioned coldly.
Damn it! How dare he touch his little lamb's hand, he must be tired of living?!!
Su Mianmian wasn't intimidated by Huo Ting's tone. After spending some time with Uncle, she had roughly understood his temper.
She took out the cake she made and said fawningly, "Didn't I say this before? I want to make a cake for Dong...you, Uncle."
Hearing this, Huo Ting took a glance at the fawning Little Lamb, and his anger almost disappeared.
"Who is this man?"
