Huo Yunque furrowed his brows, walked inside, and replied casually, "I picked her up off the streets."
As soon as he stepped aside, Song Yaoyao was exposed and had nowhere to hide.
Compared to Huo Yunque, Elder Huo was clearly much friendlier. With a smile, he looked at Song Yaoyao and waved his hand. "Come, young lady. What's your name?" he asked kindly.
As he questioned her curiously, he glanced at his cold son and held back a smile.
Elder Huo didn't believe that his son was such a warm-hearted person. Even if someone died in front of him, he wouldn't take a second glance, let alone pick a girl up off the streets.
"Grandfather, my name is Song Yaoyao!
"Yao as in the Chinese word for gentle and graceful~"
Song Yaoyao grabbed onto the straps of her backpack and approached. She then kneeled beside him and smiled.
"Song Yaoyao?
"A gentle and slender young woman?
