She announced her intention in a domineering and coquettish manner, not realizing that her words had caused people's imaginations to run wild.
"Ahem..."
Tang Xinrou's nose itched. She raised her hand to rub it and sighed. "Then Mr. Huo... should be very happy, right?"
"Huh? What did you say?" The banquet was noisy, so Song Yaoyao didn't hear clearly. She raised her raven-black eyelashes and looked at Tang Xinrou. "I didn't hear you clearly."
"Hehe, about that..." Tang Xinrou smiled sneakily. With this smile, the dignified and elegant image that she had worked so hard to build up instantly collapsed. "What I mean is, you're right! Mark him! He needs to be marked!"
"Right?"
Song Yaoyao curled her lips and was satisfied. "You also think it's necessary."
"Of course!"
Tang Xinrou nodded heavily. "My Yaoyao's thoughts are never wrong!"
