Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

They turned their heads in response and saw the man whom they had seen once before at Huo Manor standing behind them. In his arms, was a girl with rosy cheeks and the stench of alcohol. He was watching the performance with them, looking noble and controlled as usual.

All the girls were shocked. "Mr. Huo?!"

"Wh-when did you get here?"

It was like they had been struck by lightning.

Their faces turned red in surprise. They were as restrained now as they were open earlier.

They rubbed their hands timidly as they stood to the side.

Huo Yunque lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. "Continue."

"C-continue?"

Everyone looked at each other as they sensed the powerful aura coming from the man. They were so frightened that even their souls trembled.

So...

Did Mr. Huo have this kind of hobby?

Tang Xinrou looked at her good friend who was huddled up in Huo Yunque's arms pretending to be dead and scolded her on the inside. She stepped forward weakly and tried to ease the situation. "Then, let's continue. Keep dancing!" she said with a smile.

She gave the guys a glance.

The pressure felt by these youths was no less than what the girls felt.

Working here, they had met countless big shots. This was the first person who simply had to cast a light glance to make them feel like they had 1000 kilos on their shoulders.

The amount of passion they showed earlier was equivalent to the amount of stiffness they showed at this music.

The electronic music had a seductive vibe to it.

Underneath the lighting, their skin was fair, and their clothes were rolled up to their elbows. Their jeans hung around their hips looking like they would fall but they didn't. 

The belt on one of the guys had even been half unclasped.

At that moment, they were probably feeling the most awkward.

Song Yaoyao was tempted to dig a hole to hide in. She supported her head as her eyes darted. She lifted her gaze slightly and analyzed Huo Yunque's eyes. He was seriously focused on the guys dancing...

Her strong sense of possessiveness immediately took over. Forgetting her own feelings of guilt, she quickly covered Huo Yunque's eyes.

"Don't look! You're not allowed!" 

Her voice was cute yet fierce; it wasn't threatening at all.

Inexplicable emotions appeared in Huo Yunque's dark eyes. He stripped Song Yaoyao's hand off and pulled backward.

His palms were really big, so they easily wrapped around the girl's thin wrists and held them behind her back, causing her to raise her chest, and straighten her body.

Apart from the seductive music around them, there was no other sound; no one dared to even breathe loudly.

The vibe of the dance had changed. Apart from the man who was sitting in the middle of the sofa like he was at his own home, everyone else was tense as they stood to the side like students being interrogated by a teacher. They were completely well-behaved.

Shen Xun pursed his lips. Just as he was about to approach, Tang Xinrou glanced at him and forced him to stop.

Mr. Huo was clearly in a bad mood. If Shen Xun was to get involved at this time, it would definitely make things difficult.

"If you can watch it, why can't I?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the sofa lazily.

Meanwhile, he lifted Song Yaoyao's chin and asked, "Wanna watch together?"

Unable to avoid watching, Song Yaoyao's cheeks turned jade pink like a ripe peach that emitted a sweet fragrance.

"I don't..."

She shook her head. She couldn't look away and almost cried.

"Gege, I don't want to watch it!" Her voice was delicate and filled with so much grievance that it almost sounded like she was telling the truth.

"Oh? Is it because I'm here?"