Huo Tian was almost overflowing with sadness. She asked in confusion, "Why is there so much malice in people?"
"You should be asking why people's malice on the internet is magnified infinitely."
In reality, there were many people who could only attack others online. Other than the keyboard, they had nothing.
"I'm done eating. You take your time to eat."
Song Yaoyao put down her chopsticks and left the dining room.
Huo Tian followed Song Yaoyao's back with a complicated look in his eyes. It was the first time he felt the difference between her and Song Yaoyao. Song Yaoyao was only two years older than her, but she already understood so much.
"I seem to understand why Uncle likes you..."
Although she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, a girl like this, regardless of her preconceived notions, seemed to be very likable.
"Huo Tian?"
