1642: Can’t Help It That I’m Good

Can’t Help It That I’m Good

A swanky limited edition sports car pulled up at the restaurant entrance even as Huo Yao spoke. 0

A trendy-looking man with a vibrantly colored coat sat in the driver's seat. He undid his seatbelt, opened the car, and got off.

He walked straight to Huo Yao.

"Dad… Was I late?" Meng Jue nearly automatically called her 'Daddy'.

Huo Yao could not appreciate Meng Jue's flashy taste. She rubbed her brow and wanted to pretend she did not know him. "No… You're early."

"Early?" Meng Jue did not understand what she meant.

Huo Yao cleared her throat. "Nothing. Perfect timing."

Meng Jue felt puzzled.

Huo Yao stopped looking at him. She turned to look at Li Chenhui and the others. "I'm going then."

Li Chenhui nodded in a daze while he looked at Meng Jue's face. "Okay then. See you."

"Uh huh." Huo Yao nodded and walked toward the sports car.

Meng Jue raised his head and glanced at Li Chenhui and the others. After nodding politely, he quickly opened the door for Huo Yao.

He automatically closed the car door after Huo Yao took a seat and walked around the car to the driver's seat.

It seemed as though Huo Yao was the boss and Meng Jue was her little subordinate.

Li Chenhui watched as the sports car drove off. After some time, he snapped out of his thoughts and muttered. "I'm sure Junior Sister is a big tycoon's daughter!"

"Can you stop imagining things?"Wen Ping's lips twitched.

"Hey! Don't you think it's cool to have a junior sister who's a rich man's daughter?" Li Chenhui raised his chin smugly.

Wen Ping shook his head. Their cars had arrived, so he pushed him and said, "Enough. Just get into the car."

After they got into the cars, someone from the Math department pursed her lips and said, "Daughter of a rich family… my foot!"

She booked the presidential suite at the hotel, but this did not mean she was necessarily a tycoon's daughter. Perhaps she was just pretending.

Ji Ya smiled as she shook her head. "You shouldn't look down on people."

Huo Yao knew someone from the Min family, so she was probably from no ordinary family herself.

She had to ask her mother about this when she got home.

**

Meanwhile, in the car.

Meng Jue wanted to open the car roof, but Huo Yao stopped him.

"When is your flight home?" asked Meng Jue.

Huo Yao rested her arm on the car window casually. The wind gusted into the car making her hair flutter. It made her beautiful face look unrestrained. "The day after."

"That fast?" Meng Jue was caught by surprise. He thought Huo Yao would hang around for a few days at least. He had planned on asking her a lot of questions about tech.

Huo Yao veered her head and raised her brow looking at Meng Jue. "Are you going to miss your Daddy?"

Meng Jue's lips twitched. His face looked awkward before he said, "You're a girl. How could you go around calling yourself 'Daddy'?"

Huo Yao shrugged with a confident look on her face. "What can I say? I can't help it that I'm good."

Meng Jue went quiet.

It slipped his mind that she was very shameless.

"I happen to have some technical problems at the company." Meng Jue smiled ambiguously. "It would help if I had a genius like you helping me."

Huo Yao glanced at Meng Jue in disdain. "In your dreams maybe."

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