"What's wrong with it? Do you think I have ulterior motives towards her, Uncle Zhang?" Huo Ningxi asked with a faint smile.
"It's getting late. Don't be late, Young Master."
Uncle Zhang maintained his smile as he lowered his head without responding.
But not saying anything was equivalent to agreeing.
Huo Ningxi clenched his fists. The car that was carrying Song Yaoyao had already left. He could only get into another car. With a bang, the door slammed shut.
Uncle Zhang crossed his arms in front of his body and ordered indifferently, "Protect Miss Song well. If she gets hurt, don't come back."
The person beside him shivered and bowed.
...
Recently, there was news that Zhong Li was planning to invest in the mainland, and he was living in a mountain villa in Feng City's famous wealthy district.
Tang Xinrou had already received the news that Song Yaoyao was coming, so she arrived early and waited at the entrance.
