Huo Jiu.
One of the Huo Family's Twelve Guards.
He had vaguely heard that in this mysterious family of the Huos, every generation's patriarch would nurture his own people, and this generation's Twelve Guards were all the greatest talents, both civil and military.
Moreover, they were extremely loyal to their patriarch. As long as their master said a word, even if he wanted them to die immediately, they would not blink an eye and hesitate for a moment.
Their loyalty was deeply ingrained in their bones.
"Treat her well."
Song Yaoyao stood up and was about to leave when she suddenly looked at Yu Sitian and said this.
Yu Sitian was stunned. She looked up blankly and met Song Yaoyao's eyes.
Li Sinian was puzzled. Who was she referring to?
"Yu Sitian is now an artist in my studio."
She admitted it?
"Really?!"
What was going on tonight? Good news came one after another.
