Huo Yunque lifted his umbrella to avoid hitting her and his eyebrows drooped.

"Are you alone?"

Song Yaoyao wrapped her arms tightly around the man's waist and buried her head into his chest as she tried to absorb the warmth from his body.

"Uh huh..." she nodded sadly.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" His voice was low and his gaze was calm without any trace of emotion.

But appearing here was already an impossible feat.

"No."

"Miss, your backpack? Why did you leave just like that? Don't forget your belongings..."

A female customer service assistant rushed out and handed Song Yaoyao her backpack.

Huo Yunque glanced at the ostrich-like Song Yaoyao who was reluctant to move in his arms and accepted the bag.

"Thank you." He nodded slightly.

The black umbrella lifted slightly. Amidst the cold and wet night, the man's features were clear and his attractive face made the girl blush.

Stuttering a little, she replied, "N-no need to thank me."

She then looked at the girl in his arms who had more than half the umbrella over her and felt a sense of envy.

She's so lucky to have such a handsome boyfriend...

The rain continued to drizzle. The asphalt road was wet, and the flashing shop lights reflected on the ground, making the atmosphere inexplicably serene and pleasant.

"Song Yaoyao, stand properly."

He lowered his narrow phoenix eyes and spoke in a serious manner.

"But I'm cold~"

Song Yaoyao stomped her feet and shivered as she stood upright. She placed her hands in her pockets and tried to huddle up in her thin knitted cardigan.

Underneath the cardigan, she was still wearing her school uniform: a brown British-style suit jacket and a knee-length pleated skirt, paired with a pair of leather shoes and knee-high stockings.

A small portion of her snow-white slender legs was exposed to the cold wind, causing her to shiver.

"Achoo—"

Song Yaoyao rubbed her nose and pouted her lips as she lifted her head to look at Huo Yunque.

The man was too tall. She had to lift her head to look at him. When the wind blew, she stumbled back a little and almost stepped into the oncoming traffic.

Huo Yunque frowned, grabbed onto her waist, and quickly pulled her back.

Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded for a moment. Just as she realized what had happened, she felt a sense of warmth.

The man's long coat wrapped her tightly and covered her down to her calves. Song Yaoyao flicked her sleeves comically like a child in adult's clothing.

"Eh? Gege—"

She turned her head and stood beside Huo Yunque happily. "Gege, what are you doing here? What a coincidence~"

The coat dispelled the cold from her body perfectly, especially since it was covered in the man's body heat and fragrant scent.

"I should be asking you this. You should be home at this time of night," he said as he tapped on his watch. "Give me a reason."

He furrowed his brows slightly with a serious expression like a parent interrogating a child.

Song Yaoyao stuck out her tongue and lowered her head. "I don't have a home anymore."

She stomped on the water beneath her feet in a bored manner and sniffed. Her normally soft and sweet voice had now lost its strength.

"I was kicked out. Mrs. Song said I was a jinx. In her heart, she only has one daughter, Song Jingwan. She doesn't care if I'm dead or alive."

Huo Yunque didn't care why she called Zhou Manli Mrs. Song instead of Mom.

This had nothing to do with him. He only cared about the reason why this young woman was out in the rain so late at night.

Since his car was stopped on the side of the street, it had started to stir up displeasure amongst the public.

But as soon as they saw the number plate and the type of car, they were immediately too scared to make a sound.