The temperament of the two was very different, but they oddly matched.
One was filled with joy, and the other was willing to cooperate.
This scene stung Huo Ningxi's eyes, causing him to scrape the floor and make a harsh sound as he dragged his chair across the ground.
Without lifting his head, Huo Yunque remained calm.
"Ningxi, good morning."
Huo Ningxi took a deep breath as his eyes fell upon the mature man. After some time, he finally said solemnly, "Good morning."
The maids brought in their breakfast.
Song Yaoyao's plate had a fried egg and some poached vegetables. Next to her, there was a glass of hot milk.
The dining table was really big. Huo Ningxi sat the farthest apart.
He watched as Huo Yunque naturally grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her onto the chair next to his.
"Song Yaoyao, eat your breakfast."
"Why doesn't our interaction feel any different?" Song Yaoyao complained as she clenched her fists.
