Nothing That A Cup Of Milk Tea Can't Solve

Huo Si was like a wall of meat, blocking Song Wenchuan's path.

"You can go and dote on your own sister. As for Miss Song, our Master will dote on her, of course."

His words were not polite, but it was the truth.

Everyone knew that Song Yaoyao was not the daughter of the Songs; they had found their own daughter and could not wait to tell the world where she had been.

Huo Si sneered and shot a warning glance at Song Wenchuan before chasing after Song Yaoyao in large strides.

He could completely understand why Huo Jiu, a person who had undergone harsh training and had the choice to succeed in a foreign branch, was willing to stay by Song Yaoyao's side as a small bodyguard. He even did it willingly.

That was because he felt the same way now.

Everyone who was close to Song Yaoyao would probably have the same thoughts as him.