When Xie Pinghuai entered the capital, he was only six or seven years old. Ever since then, he had been doted on by Ms. Lu. Naturally, he had never experienced such hardship.
Even when he was in the mountain stronghold, he was the young master of the mountain stronghold. He could ride on the brothers' necks, as well as climb mountains and trees. No one had ever dared to oppose him.
He had been beaten up by Xie Pinggang and Xie Niushan. He had also suffered grievances, but he had never been poor. He had never seen such a scene.
Xie Pinghuai did not have much sympathy either. In fact, he even despised them.
His feet avoided people as much as possible, and even when he walked, he would jump up and down.
Xie Qiao sat in the carriage and looked outside through the window.
This silly little brother of hers was still stirring trouble.
