"Gege~"
Song Yaoyao buried her head into the man's neck and rubbed against it. Clearly, she did not want to explain.
Just as she was sticking to him, she heard a roguish voice.
Second Master Huo?
"Gege, is he calling you?"
"Yes."
Huo Yunque carried the girl over. On this cold day, the man was dressed flamboyantly in a pink shirt as he leaned against his red sports car, allowing the wind to blow in his hair.
"Hi—"
Mu Jing raised an eyebrow as his gaze fell straight upon the girl in Huo Yunque's arms. The girl was petite and delicate as she buried herself in the man's embrace. When she didn't speak and didn't move, she was like a huge human-sized doll.
"Second Master Huo,
"Do you have a lot of free time?" Huo Yunque said in a dull manner.
