Huo Ningxi played video games until well past 10pm. By then, he was starving. After notifying his friends briefly, he decided to go downstairs to get some food.
But just as he received a cup of coke from one of the maids, he turned around and spotted two familiar figures walking toward him.
Thump—
His hand slipped and the coke fell on top of his foot. He was only wearing a pair of home slippers, so the pain made him immediately stand upright. His expression as he looked at the door grew even more shocked.
Seeing his Small Uncle was no surprise, but who could explain to Huo Ningxi why Song Yaoyao was there too?
Was he seeing a ghost?
"Song Yaoyao! You're so f*cken persistent! Why are you always clinging to my Small Uncle? You—"
"Huo Ningxi."
Huo Yunque handed his umbrella to the butler and undid a few buttons on his shirt. "Have we not taught you the rules?"
"Small Uncle, I'm...sorry!"
