On the way back to the guesthouse, Song Yaoyao was very quiet.
She had her head lowered and she was in a sullen mood. She was like an eggplant hit by frost.
The sadness emanating from her body almost filled up the entire car.
Huo Qi, who was sitting in the front seat, resisted the urge to turn around. When the car reached its destination and Song Yaoyao quietly got off the car, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, isn't this too cruel to Miss Song?"
The truth was, ten lashes was not a punishment for them at all.
Compared to many big families, outsiders may have thought that the Huos had always been very cruel. In actual fact, these children who were raised by the Huos were very lucky.
Each and every one of them was well-groomed. Although the process was indeed cruel, if it were not for the Huos, they would not be where they were today.
"Cruel?"
The man lifted his eyelids, his deep eyes were as still as water.
