That’s Right. It’s Her. It Must Be Her.

Liu Tongjia's face became sour again and Huo Mingguang did not say a word. When Old Master Huo felt tired and went upstairs, the two of them followed.

Su Qingsang was relieved. It was not very comfortable with the elders around, especially Liu Tongjia.

Before she could breathe out, Huo Jinyao had completely come over.

"Sweetheart—"

"What are you doing?" It was getting late, but there were still some servants who had not gone to sleep.

"Nothing. I just want to call you sweetheart." Huo Jinyao wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. "I suddenly found out that my wife is very good," he said.

"Come on."

"Really. Very, very good," Huo Jinyao added. He then leaned over and kissed her on the neck.

"Sweetheart, why are you so adorable?"

"You stop it now." She would really die of shame if someone saw them now.

"Why? I am praising you, my sweetheart."