They were two people from different worlds, yet they were strangely paired together.
"Aiya, Gege, wait for me!"
Song Yaoyao was so tired that she was panting. It was hard to imagine that she was still at home that morning and was now on foreign soil at night.
The little girl's tone was reproachful. Huo Yunque curled his thin lips and slowed down slightly, taking the initiative to hold her hand.
"You finally know to call me?"
Song Yaoyao reacted to his words. She puffed her cheeks and said, "Great! So you did it on purpose!"
No wonder she couldn't catch up no matter how hard she tried.
"You're bullying me!" Song Yaoyao pouted, her clear eyes sparkling.
She was so beautiful.
Huo Yunque's Adam's apple moved, and he laughed softly.
Bullying this little girl always gave him a special sense of satisfaction.
Of course, if he were to say this out loud, he would probably anger her again.
