Xiaoqiao arched an eyebrow. Godfather? Ah, so this woman was Huo Yandong's adopted daughter, which meant her relationship with Qin Yao was similar to that of siblings, right? Who knew how many adopted daughters Huo Yandong had collected—it wasn't like all of them were eyeing his adopted son like prey, was it?
As she saw the woman clacking towards them in her high heels to tattle and seek recourse, Qin Yao helplessly cradled his forehead. Regardless of the role he played, dealing with women had never been his strength.
"Sorry."
"It's okay, I don't care how many women like you, as long as your heart is with me!"
Xiaoqiao wasn't worried at all. One was an adopted daughter, the other his own; Huo Yandong wouldn't fail to give her this bit of face, would he?
Listening to her, Qin Yao was stunned for quite a while. Even though he knew they were acting, he savored the moment and didn't want to immediately return to reality.
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