"No, it was quite fun." Song Yaoyao licked her lips. "The cake was also very delicious," she added.
It was dark outside the villa. There were no street lights; only a small night light hidden by the median strip which stretched out and disappeared into the distance.
Tang Xinrou fiercely rubbed Song Yaoyao's head. "The important part was the latter, right?"
As long as the cake was tasty, then it was good enough for Song Yaoyao. Those who didn't know better would think that Mr. Huo was treating her harshly.
"Get in the car. I'm leaving too. I won't be sharing a car with you." Tang Xinrou pushed her into the car. "Yaoyao."
"Huh?"
Song Yaoyao sat in the car and turned her head.
The dim light shone into Tang Xinrou's eyes, which were faintly filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, I didn't think too much about it."
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes. "Why are you so chatty? This has nothing to do with you."
