Just as Huo Yirong stepped out of the room, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
He looked back and saw Song Qing rushing towards him in hurried strides.
A beauty with heavy makeup, capable of attracting most men's attention.
Having seen many beauties over the years, even he had to admit that Song Qing had a unique charm; no less than the intellectual and elegant sister-in-law, or the seemingly cold but actually sweet, genuine third sister-in-law.
After all, she came from a minor aristocratic family. Imbued deep within her bones was an unassailable sense of dignity, different from what he saw in Huo Qiang, Huo Chuan, and Huo Zhi.
This was precisely why Huo Yirong didn't like Song Qing much.
He knew everyone with some skills in the Secret Guard Department like the back of his hand.
Certainly, Song Qing was more capable than Huo Zhi. He knew this clear as day.
Yet he found her disagreeable due to her unwavering pride.
