Although she said this, Song Yaoyao was still caught up in something on the day that she returned.
In the morning, Uncle Zhang was still lamenting on the other end. "I wonder if Miss Song will be able to make it back today. It's your birthday today, Master Huo."
Huo Ningxi had moved out a long time ago and Song Yaoyao was out of town, so there was only one master in the Huo Manor.
The man leaned back in his chair and shook the newspaper, his expression indifferent. "It's nothing special, don't meddle."
"Sigh..."
Uncle Zhang sighed, feeling that it was a pity.
Huo Yunque had never liked extravagance on his birthday; a small gathering with friends was enough.
So he went to work as usual, and there was no difference.
Ring—
His phone rang, and the man stared at the computer quietly.
Huo Qi, on the other hand, was curious. He asked in a low voice, "Sir, is it Miss Song?"
"Do you have a lot of free time?"
