"Oh, Miss Song, good morning!"
As soon as Song Yaoyao stepped out of her car, she was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.
She scratched her head and looked around in confusion.
"I'm here."
The weather was growing colder and colder, especially in the north.
Wearing a hat and dressed like an elder, the man rubbed his hands, stood up, and started running toward her.
"Hey! Who are you?"
Huo Ningxi narrowed his eyes, grabbed onto Song Yaoyao's arm, and pulled her to his side. "Is your brain lacking oxygen?" he complained. "Who told you to reply? Be careful not get abducted and sold to the mountains as a wife."
Song Yaoyao was caught by surprise. Stumbling a little, she opened her eyes wide and refuted, "Your brain is lacking oxygen! Look at you, you can't even beat a girl!"
"I..."
Huo Ningxi ground his teeth. "All you do is blabber all day. Don't you know how to be quiet?"
"Let me go."
