Song Qing grasped Huo Yirong's wrist, which was tangled in her hair, and asked excitedly, "Has Madam agreed to let me return to her side?"
She had only told Qin Ruan about the Song Family wanting her to marry.
Deep down, she fantasized, wondering if the other party was hesitating to let her return.
Huo Yirong frowned, his already gloomy face growing even darker, as he truly did not understand the woman before him, "What a mess! Since you've already been thrown out of the Huo Family, you have no right to come back!"
Song Qing's face, filled with anticipation, fell in an instant; she tightened her grip on Huo Yirong's wrist and with a slight twist, took control, saying indifferently, "Keep away from me!"
Crazy. She had been excited for nothing!
Huo Yirong's sinister eyes drooped, looking at his reddening wrist, the light in his eyes dark and unclear, as if harboring a storm about to erupt.
"Song Qing, you really aren't afraid of death!"