"Huh?"
Huo Yunque lifted his head with seriousness, "Is it uncomfortable? "Do you want to swap positions?"
There were no fluctuations in his voice; his tone was calm and refined.
It was as though he was really carrying a doll in his arms, and he spoke to her with no emotions.
Song Yaoyao sat still in his arms, too afraid to move. She grabbed onto his shirt and cried on the inside.
What was she to do? What in the hell was she supposed to do?
Wasn't she supposed to take the initiative?
Why didn't Gege act as expected?
Huhuhu, Gege is scary!
I'm dead.
...
The car arrived safely at the entrance of the Song Family's mansion. The front door was shut, but inside, the lights were on. However, no one came out to check on them.
Huo Qi put down the hand that was ringing the doorbell. F*ck, are these people deaf?
"Sir?" He bent over and knocked on the car window.
