TO MY DEAR MR. HUO

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Chapter 221: You Called Her The Wrong Name

Xu Ruoli looked at Su Qingsang. She seemed nice.

Su Qingsang stared at the glass and looked towards Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao smiled at her. He talked to Xu Ruoli in a lower voice.

“You called her the wrong name,” Huo Jinyao uttered.

Xu Ruoli was a bit shocked. Huo Jinyao added, “You are not someone who gets to call her sister.”

Su Qingsang didn’t understand, but Xu Ruoli’s face went pale. She held the glass and couldn’t say anything for almost half a minute.

Everyone was looking at them, especially Xu Changlong. “Huo Jinyao, what are you talking?”

“It’s the truth,” Huo Jinyao responded.

Huo Jinyao kept calm and looked at Xu Ruoli. They both knew what the look meant.

“She’s younger than you. You should call her by her name.” Huo Jinyao said.

Xu Ruoli’s fingertips were pale. She looked down without saying anything. Nobody knew what she was thinking.

Su Qingsang knew it was weird but she didn’t know what was so wrong.

She thought for a moment and raised the glass. Huo Jinyao stopped her and gave her a glass of juice.

“You take this,” Huo Jinyao said.

He thought he should be the only one who saw her drunk.

It was so obvious that he was protecting Su Qingsang. Xu Ruoli could see it. and her face became paler.

“Jinyao, you...” Xu Changlong said.

Xu Changlong was also annoyed. His sister was being looked down upon. He was about to stand up but was stopped by Wan Xianyang.

He looked at him and shook his head. Xu Changlong sat back down again.

Tang Mohan stayed still. Li Wanyu and Tang Manlu also did not dare to speak.

“It doesn’t matter what she drinks to. They’re my wishes,” Xu Ruoli uttered.

Xu Ruoli barely pulled herself back together. She raised the glass and toasted to Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang picked up the juice and nodded at Xu Ruoli.

Xu Ruoli and Huo Jinyao clinked glasses. He only made a gesture and took a sip.

His attitude made Xu Ruoli become colder.

Su Qingsang held the glass and felt a bit wired.

“Come on. Let’s have fun,” Cheng Xianyun said.

“Little Sister-in-law, come on. Just sing a song. If you can’t drink alcohol, you should sing a song,” Cheng Xianyun added.

Cheng Xianyun stepped up and said louder, “Let’s have some fun.”

Su Qingsang put down the glass and was a bit embarrassed. “I am not good at singing. I will be a joke.”

“It’s nothing. You are not a professional singer,” Cheng Xianyun replied.

Cheng Xianyun smiled and handed the microphone to Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang looked at the screen, but it didn’t take her that long to pick one. She could only sing a few songs.

When she was at school, one of her roommates liked Wang Fei and played her songs every day. She knew a few of her songs.

“I didn’t get the chance to feel the tenderness of the flying snow,” Su Qingsang sang.