Huo Yao was well aware that the old lady pulled this trick each time she wanted to hide her emotions.
Huo Yao leisurely tugged on the partially dried hair hanging over her shoulder and played with it.
She said in a casual manner, "You're getting pretty good, aren't you? You even dare to run back home on your own without telling me."
The old lady was startled when she heard Huo Yao and replied sheepishly. "I didn't come back alone. Little Mr. Min got someone to send me home."
Huo Yao sneered and said, "How long have you known him for? If he was a con man, what would happen to you?"
The old lady felt guilty but suppressed the sour feeling in her mouth as she replied softly. "I know Min Yu is a good guy."
"Don't ever write a letter and run off again. Just tell me where you want to go. It's not like I'd stop you, alright?"
