"No!"
Song Yaoyao pouted her lips and tugged on his sleeve aggrievedly. "They don't like me. Mrs. Song even told me to never return. She said she'd pretend I'm dead and that she never gave birth to me..."
"Nonsense!"—Zhou Manli immediately stood up—"When did I say that?"
Good job, Song Yaoyao. You actually ratted me out.
Song Rui frowned and grabbed onto Zhou Manli.
In a kind and doting tone, he said, "Your mother was indeed wrong this time. I'll get her to apologize to you, okay?"
He didn't mind that Song Yaoyao called Zhou Manli Mrs. Song instead of Mom.
Song Yaoyao hid beside Huo Yunque and scoffed quietly, "I don't care much for that."
Who cared about her apology? It was worth nothing.
The girl snuggled beside him, like a little cat who was afraid of being abandoned.
"Gege, don't send me away~" the girl looked at him pitifully with tears in her eyes. "I don't eat much! Just a little little bit..."
