"Old Hou! I'm not joking with you."
Uncle Zhang shook his head helplessly as he casually pulled Elder Hou off like a pair of iron pincers.
He pointed in Song Yaoyao's direction, "If I'm not wrong, the person you're looking for should be our Miss Song. The Master already explained it to you clearly, how could you think it's me?"
Just thinking about it was enough to make people laugh and cry.
How did he link Huo Yunque's words to him?
"What?"
Elder Hou's face stiffened. He slowly turned his head and met the girl's palm-sized face.
The eyes that were embedded in the delicate face were like a pair of black gemstones. She blinked innocently at Elder Hou, her fan-like eyelashes fluttering.
She was still so young.
Elder Hou could not catch his breath. His vision turned black, and he quickly covered his chest.
His eyes were filled with disbelief as he complained, "Yunque, you even fooled me?"
