Chapter 881: Wife Slave, Mr. Huo

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Knock, knock.

At the desk by the window, a young girl was sitting with her head lowered, seriously revising her script and writing a storyboard. When she heard the knock on the door, she said calmly without raising her head, "Come in."

"Director Song."

It was Xia Ying who came in. She looked gratefully at Song Yaoyao. She had never thought that one day, she would be able to find salvation.

It was no longer darkness in front of her, but a smooth and broad road.

"Thank you."

She bent down and bowed deeply to Song Yaoyao.

"Compared to verbal gratitude, I prefer to see something of substance."

Song Yaoyao moved her body sideways. The gentle light of the table lamp shone on her small face. Her milky white skin was so delicate that her fine hairs could almost be seen.

She looked exquisite like a canary that was suitable for rearing, but in reality, she was already powerful enough to take care of herself.