"Alright then." Wu Xiao'en had a smile on his chubby face. "You can contact me again when you get back. Sixth Young Sir, don't treat me as an outsider!"
"Old Sixth, what are you saying!!" Suddenly, an unexpected screech was heard.
Third Miss Zheng wasn't the soldiers' match, so she could only look on helplessly as they snatched away her only bag of mystic currency. She got up discomposedly from the floor and rushed towards Sixth Zheng. "If you don't need a place to stay we need it!"
Sixth Zheng flashed to evade her, and he didn't even spare Third Miss Zheng a glance as he directly patted Wu Xiao'en's shoulder. "Let's go."
"Okay, then I'll send you off." Wu Xiao'en was also a slick person, and he understood from this conversation that Sixth Young Sir disliked his siblings. Hence, he didn't squabble with them either and directly pulled Sixth Young Sir Zheng into his carriage.
