This was a man who made it easy to overlook his age. Even Old Hou would sometimes forget that Huo Yunque was a child that he had watched grow up.
"Ahem, Yunque, why did you call me here this time?"
Hearing this, the man slowly moved.
His pitch-black eyelashes slowly lifted, and his eyes were like cold jade. There was no human emotion mixed in them.
"You don't know, Old Hou?"
His thin lips curled up, but his smile was cold.
Elder Hou pursed his lips, feeling helpless. "If you have something to say, just say it. How could an old man like me guess what's on your mind?"
If it was any other young man, he would have seen right through them.
However, Huo Yunque just sat there quietly. He looked gentle and refined, but no one could see what he was thinking.
"I remember that Yaoyao once asked you to create a charity."
"Yes— What's wrong? Is it about Yaoyao?"
