Song Qiao was suddenly pulled out by Lu Jingchen before she had the chance to think, and when she looked up, she directly met a pair of eyes tinged with a chill. Subconsciously wanting to hide behind, Lu Jingchen seemed to predict her move and blocked her waist, trapping her by his side.
The inescapable Song Qiao felt like crying but had no tears. She couldn't explain why, but the man in front of her, whom Lu Jingchen called 'Uncle,' gave her an extremely dangerous feeling. It was probably an aura thing.
Her mind racing, Song Qiao straightened up and then bowed at a ninety-degree angle, opening her mouth respectfully and properly: "Greetings to Brother Huo!"
Lin Musen and Gu Xicheng nearly burst out laughing at Song Qiao's formal manners, but after catching a faint glance from Lu Jingchen, they managed to suppress their laughter.
Lu Jingchen, clearly seeing Song Qiao's nervousness, curled his lips and gently corrected, "Xiao Qiao... you should call him 'Uncle.'"
