章 787: Little Bag Of Vinegar

As for Song Yaoyao, she was sitting on his lap, innocently swinging her socked feet. From behind, she thought Huo Yunque was carrying a child.

Song Yaoyao watched as he skillfully turned on the computer and logged in, completely confused.

Her Gege's well-versed actions made her a little afraid.

Huo Yunque answered her question, "I was the one who taught your class last night."

Song Yaoyao: "? ? ?"

A bunch of question marks flashed across her mind.

"Last night? Ohhh..."

The moment she opened her mouth, her flesh was pulled. Her cheeks were swollen and her muscles were tense.

Huo Yunque looked at her and knocked on the table to warn her.

Fine...

Song Yaoyao shut her mouth quietly.

It was already this time of the night and there was still no notification. The moment Song Yaoyao logged on to Weibo, many people added her and asked what time her class would start.