He asked dumbfoundedly, "Uncle Zhang, what do you think about Song Yaoyao?"
Uncle Zhang: "Are you talking about Miss Song?
"She's really good. She's pretty, well-behaved, loveable, and sweet."
Most importantly, the Master liked her.
However, he had never expressed this directly.
Before he admitted to it himself, they were not going to assume what he was thinking.
Huo Ningxi: "???"
Huo Ningxi felt that the Song Yaoyao he knew was a different person to the one that Uncle Zhang knew.
"Is she well-behaved and loveable?" She was violent, filled with lies, and a hypocrite.
That's the real Song Yaoyao!
"Yes. Why do you dislike her?
"Look at how cute she is. She is also innocent and kind with good manners."
Huo Ningxi: "Haha."
He would never believe that!
As he spoke, Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up and a smile crept onto his face.
"Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning, Miss Song."