I Like Your Short Legs Too

"Speaking of the banquet."

"Oh right, the banquet! Gege, are you going to attend as well?"

Song Yaoyao looked up at Huo Yunque with anticipation.

Her beautiful face was reflected in his clear black eyes. It was like a clean spring that reflected her entire world.

Huo Yunque's heart was struck.

He had no choice but to swallow back the words 'I'm not going' and nodded slightly.

"Mm."

He was going to go.

Behind them, Uncle Zhang was grinning from ear to ear. He was extremely happy.

One had to know that the Master rarely attended banquets. At his level, there was no longer a need for him to maintain a relationship with anyone, and attending banquets was a waste of time. On the contrary, there were plenty of people who wanted to curry favor with the Huos, but they couldn't even get a single meeting with Mr. Huo.