Huo Ningxi felt a complex mix of emotions.
Was this the girl that appeared sweet and innocent in front of his Small Uncle?
Jiang Tao laughed in self-ridicule. "So you were never interested in me."
"There was no reason to."
Song Yaoyao's curly eyelashes were like insect wings as they gently fluttered. "Has Gege hugged you before? Has he ever broken the rules for you? Have you slept in his bed? No! So, in what way do you think we are the same?"
Song Yaoyao's questions were like knives stabbing into Jiang Tao's heart.
Yes, before Song Yaoyao existed in his life, women were nothing in Huo Yunque's eyes.
But even after she appeared, this did not change; Song Yaoyao only attracted his interest because she was special.
"Let's go. We're late!"
Song Yaoyao yawned. "If she keeps standing in the way, then just run her over."
Her voice was calm and indifferent.
The Huo Family's driver had a lot of experience.