I Love You. Me Too.

"Of course you're not old!"

Having learned a painful lesson, Song Yaoyao quickly came up with the correct response when she heard this question.

She clenched her small fists, looking like a lackey.

"Gege is the most handsome! I won't accept any rebuttal!"

But it was obvious that Mr. Huo cared about age a lot.

Especially in front of his delicate little wife, he cared even more...

He took the phone. "Let me see."

"Hey, hey—"

Song Yaoyao wanted to snatch it back, but it was too late.

Huo Yunque swiped through the pages. He was attracted by an article titled, "YYS and her dominant CEOs must-tell sweet stories."

"Gege, don't!"

Song Yaoyao's eyelids twitched as she watched Huo Yunque click on it.

The starting scene was of him wildly running on the highway, spouting nonsense.

"You are the child I raised with my own hands! You should be mine!

"Your body, your heart, your everything!