006 Who exactly are you?

The blond boy was completely unable to move. He turned his head and glared at Xie Yaoyao, who was pressing down on his back like a mountain and could not be shaken.

"Do you even know who I am? How dare you treat me like this?"

Xie Yaoyao sneered, "Even if you were the King of Heaven, you would still be my student."

Huo Zi looked at her incredulously, "You? Is our family going bankrupt? You're here to teach me?"

His condescending attitude was so irritating, it made me want to punch him.

Xie Yaoyao raised her hand and gave him a flick on the forehead, the movement was skillful, just like Huo Yanxi had flicked his head earlier.

Huo Yanxi's pupils constricted, and before his brain could even issue a command, his legs had already strode quickly toward Xie Yaoyao.

He grabbed Xie Yaoyao's wrist and pulled her away from Huo Zidu.

That's right.

Yes, carry it!

Xie Yaoyao's weight of 200 pounds seems to have had no effect on him at all.

His deep black eyes were fixed on her, a flame burning in them, which made Xie Yaoyao inexplicably startled.

"Mr. Huo, what is this...?"

Before he could even utter the word "meaning," Huo Yanxi abruptly interrupted him.

How did you learn to do that?

The gestures that belong only to him and Chi Xiaoman.

Xie Yaoyao was puzzled. "What action?"

"this."

Huo Yanxi raised his hand, curling his right thumb and middle finger into the shape of a peacock's beak, with a slight backward pull when he gathered strength in his fingertips.

At the moment of ejection, the ring and little fingers spread out like wings, while only the pad of the middle finger quickly brushes against the air, making a "pop" sound.

Xie Yaoyao was slightly taken aback.

Huo Yanxi taught her the gesture of flicking her forehead.

When they were young, they would play games, and if she lost, Huo Yanxi would flick her forehead.

Each time, he would flick her forehead until it was red and swollen, and she vowed to get revenge.

Later, she practiced his moves again and again, striving to make him kneel down and call her "Dad" the next time she won.

Huo Yanxi grabbed her wrist and demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you?"

Why did she feel so familiar to him, just like that carefree woman from five years ago?

But that woman always paid attention to her figure, and if she gained even a little weight, she wouldn't eat a single extra bite of food.

She would never allow herself to get this fat!

Xie Yaoyao never expected that such a simple action would almost expose her identity.

Why was he so agitated? Was he afraid she wasn't dead and had come back to seek revenge?

Xie Yaoyao suppressed the bitterness welling up in her heart and blinked away the mist in her eyes. "I am Xie Yaoyao, Mr. Huo, the tutor you hired."

"Then why did you make that move?" Huo Yanxi's sharp gaze fell on her.

"You mean this?" Xie Yaoyao deliberately repeated the exercise. "I just saw you blow Young Master Huo's head off. It's very simple. I learned it in one look."

Fearing he would doubt her identity, Xie Yaoyao only managed to imitate about 70-80% of the original.

Huo Yanxi stared blankly at her plump, round hands, his expression somewhat blank.

no the same!

Did he see it wrong just now?

Huo Yanxi abruptly released Xie Yaoyao, his handsome features regaining their usual coldness, as if his earlier vulnerability was just an illusion.

He took two steps back and looked at her in silence.

With the cover of night gone, the face was more clearly defined, but the shadow of that person could no longer be found.

It wasn't her.

A deep sense of disappointment crept into Huo Yanxi's heart, and he looked somewhat lost and dejected.

"Feel sorry."

Xie Yaoyao rubbed her wrist; judging from his expression, she seemed to have gotten away with it.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief and said casually, "It's alright, but Mr. Huo seemed so agitated. Could this action be related to someone important?"

Xie Yaoyao was deliberately testing him; she wanted to know what Chi Xiaoman meant to him after fourteen years of relying on each other.

Knowing him as she did, even if he hated her for abandoning him, he wouldn't send someone to burn down their house.

But five years ago, she narrowly escaped death in the fire, only to hear with her own ears that the arsonist had given the order to do so.

"It's nothing, just an insignificant person."

Xie Yaoyao clenched her fists tightly, barely managing to suppress the urge to rush up and question him.

She looked up.

My gaze fell on the man's increasingly thick eyebrows and eyes; he had an even stronger aura than before.

The gloom in his eyes lessened somewhat, but it added to his coldness and aloofness.

The boy's slender frame had fully developed, giving him the broad and steady presence of a mature man. The crisp black suit accentuated his innate aloofness, making him appear clean-cut and unapproachable.

He said it was an insignificant person.

yes.

They had severed all ties back then, and to him, she was indeed an insignificant person.

Xie Yaoyao perked up and said, "President Huo, I'd like to talk to you about Young Master Huo."

"What's there to talk about, Uncle? I don't want this fat woman to teach me. If word gets out, my underlings will laugh me to death."

Huo Zidu had already forgotten about being forced to apologize by Xie Yaoyao earlier, and his disdain was written all over his face.

Huo Yanxi's cold gaze swept over them. "What, do you want me to hire a Miss Hong Kong to teach you?"

Huo Zidu choked, his cheeks flushed red, but he dared not speak out in anger.

"Go upstairs and take a shower. If you keep nagging, you're going back to America." Huo Yanxi didn't have the time to coax the child.

If it weren't for the recent conspiracy theories in the Hong Kong media, which have been widely reporting on the discord between the uncle and nephew, claiming that he wanted to ruin Huo Zidu and take over the Huo family business for himself.

Fearing damage to the Huo family's reputation and a subsequent drop in stock prices, Old Master Huo immediately ordered his son to be brought back from the United States so that the uncle and nephew could strengthen their relationship.

Huo Yanxi was a rebellious teenager when he was young. Now he is forced to discipline Huo Zidu in front of the media in Hong Kong. Naturally, he doesn't like this spendthrift nephew who is good at eating, drinking and having fun at a young age.

Huo Zidu, like a rooster with its neck being choked, stormed upstairs in a fit of rage under his uncle's extremely disgusted gaze.

Huo Yanxi loosened his tie and caught a glimpse of the little boy standing next to Xie Yaoyao out of the corner of his eye.

He recognized the child at a glance as the one who had pointed at him with a spatula and called him "Old Deng" last night.

He narrowed his eyes.

very good!

His house has become a den of children; two kids that cats and dogs hate showed up right away.

Huo Yanxi stared intently at Xie Yaoyao, then pointed at Xie Ziyu and said, "Teacher Xie, I need an explanation."

Xie Yaoyao turned slightly to the side, subconsciously blocking Huo Yanxi's view. "Mr. Huo, I asked you in the car last night, and you agreed to let me bring my assistant."

Huo Yanxi was so angry he laughed. "The assistant you're talking about is this little brat?"

Xie Ziyu naturally recognized Huo Yanxi as well. The portrait on the red line above Huo Yanxi's head had been updated and had become a chubby version of Xie Yaoyao.

Xie Ziyu: "..."

Old Deng, how dare you covet my mommy! I'll fight you to the death!