Huo Tian was stunned.
"You—"Are you crazy?
She didn't think Song Yaoyao was a saint; her words weren't nice and she didn't treat her as one of her own. But right now, Song Yaoyao was actually protecting her.
The burn on Song Yaoyao's arm was right in front of her eyes. She couldn't say anything nasty.
She was even thinking, if it was her cousin, would she take the hit for her?
"Miss Song, we should go." Huo Jiu's tone was grave.
"Okay."
Song Yaoyao did not want to leave a scar. She nodded and turned around. After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and said mischievously, "If you ever want to call me Auntie, I will ask your Uncle to let you in. Be good."
Huo Tian: "You wish!"
She scratched her hair and stared at Song Yaoyao's departing back.
As expected, she should not be grateful to Song Yaoyao. This brat was clearly as vile as before!
Fake! Pui!
"Huo Tian, you..."
