After receiving the news that Huo Junting brought back, Song Xueqin almost exploded with anger. She sat on the sofa, taking deep breaths. "That damned Xiao Jinghuai really said that?"
"He actually dared to detain my—"
"Xueqin, please don't get angry first, pay attention to your health, we're not in our twenties anymore, don't be angry, don't be angry—"
Huo Chen kept comforting her, sometimes serving tea and sometimes peeling Hawaii Nut shells. In general, he was willing to do anything for her.
"Junting, don't tell your Aunt Xue about all this in the future, so she doesn't feel upset. Just say something when it's resolved. This can't be rushed..."
Huo Junting nodded and then slightly shifted his gaze to Huohuo, who was sitting idly beside him, and said, "Now there's something more urgent."
"What is it?"
Huo Chen glanced up, "What could be more urgent than Song Song's matter?"
