They parted on bad terms.
After finishing her meal, Tong Su took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them with a cold expression. Huo Xuanxi took them from her and said, "I'll do it. You go to school first."
The little girl puffed up her cheeks, her face flushed with anger. She glared at him and snorted, "Whatever! My parents are coming back today, so you'd better leave now and tidy up the house so you don't leave any trace!"
After saying that, without waiting for the man to speak, she turned around, grabbed her schoolbag, and went out the door.
Huo Xuanxi closed his eyes helplessly and rubbed his temples with his fingers.
I feel that designing the new IU-186 sniper rifle for the military was easier than disciplining a young girl who's having an early romance.
Tong Su had been putting on a fantastic performance all morning, thoroughly enjoying herself. It was rare for him to be so easily fooled by her, as he was so easily swayed by her charms. Tong Su's playful side kicked in, and she almost became incredibly unrestrained.
She left home very early. When she arrived at school, the classroom was empty, with only a few simply dressed students reading quietly.
Although Tong Su has the original owner's memories, she has never met Huo Ershao and Tang Nuoyu, so it would be best for her to meet them first.
She found her seat, put on her earphones, took out her textbook, and began to recite softly. Before she knew it, it was 7:50, and the classroom gradually became lively as everyone arrived.
Tong Su took out her earplugs, put down her book, and stood up. The classroom fell silent for a moment.
Countless gazes drifted toward her, some with interest and others with mockery.
Tong Su pretended not to see it, her eyes filled with a slight sorrow, and left the classroom alone to go to the next class. She tugged at the sleeve of a boy at the door and spoke softly.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Huo Xuan'an."
The boy she called out to was tall and big. He glanced at her, chuckled, and walked into the classroom.
He came out a moment later, crossed his arms, and said lazily, "The second young master is not here."
At that moment, the sound of Huo Ershao and Tang Nuoyu laughing and talking could be clearly heard coming from the classroom!
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The Cao family.
Huo Xuanxi first cleared away the tableware, then carefully stewed chicken soup in a pot according to the recipe, and began cleaning the room, helping her organize the thick exercise books and textbooks on her desk.
The little girl is in her first year of high school. Mingfeng is a prestigious school, but for ordinary students who got in based on their grades, the pressure is still immense. She's been working so hard, staying up late to do practice problems and getting up early to memorize things, she really needs to catch up on her studies...
If a member of the Huo family were here at this moment, seeing his own dignified patriarch's hands, which were only used for killing and designing arms blueprints, he would be horrified.
If at this moment, holding a broom, clumsily but earnestly sweeping the floor...
Their eyes might pop out of their sockets!
The desk was easy to tidy. The little girl wasn't the type to leave things lying around. On her open workbook, the calculation steps were carefully written next to each other, with smooth, flowing strokes—truly beautiful handwriting.
Huo Xuanxi flipped through a few pages and got all the questions right. His eyes showed a sense of pride and admiration, and even a hint of inexplicable arrogance.
Just then, he saw the gift box on the table next to him.
The box lid was opened halfway, revealing a love letter inside, with a few lines of poetry sticking out.
The boy's handwriting was not bad, but compared to the little girl's, it was worlds apart.
Beside it, books were pressing down on half of a photo frame, and on the half that was "exposed" was a little girl smiling brightly, while the boy had only one arm sticking out.
"To my dearest Tongyang, your boyfriend—"
A heart was drawn with a pastel pencil, and a line of words fell on the photo, with the last few words obscured.
...as long as you take the picture frame.
Who is that boy? What's his name? What does he look like?
It will be crystal clear.
A cold, dark glint flashed in Huo Xuanxi's sharp, deep eyes.
He slowly raised his hand.
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