That's because you don't know Song Yaoyao, Song Jingwan thought.
In Huo Ningxi's heart, Song Yaoyao was different.
Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. An Ruoyao winked at Song Jingwan and said loudly, "Oh, Jingwan, what do we do? I can't carry you up on my own! Eh! Young Master Huo, good timing! Young Master Huo!"
On this winter's day, the man had a cold vibe. He pursed his lips and headed upstairs without looking back.
Because his legs were long, he climbed three steps at a time and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Song Jingwan's smile froze.
An Ruoyao said awkwardly, "Jingwan, don't be sad. He must be in a bad mood."
Stabbing her nails into her palms, Song Jingwan nodded her head. "Yes, I understand. Ruoyao, give me a hand. Let's walk up together."
Her persistent expression made An Ruoyao's heart ache, and she blamed Huo Ningxi for it. That guy... How could he treat Jingwan like this? Who did he think he was?
