Xing Jiuan's nose felt a little sour. "It's me, Jiuan."
She walked over quickly as she spoke.
Eldest Senior Brother saw her too and hurried over. "What's wrong? Why didn't you tell us you were coming back? Did you get bullied? Did that brat, Mu Qing, not take good care of you?"
Eldest Senior Brother's appearance was clearly that of a cultured and refined man. Even if he was wearing simple clothes, one could tell that he was extraordinary.
However, his nagging and nervous look right now was like that of a senior who had seen his children suffer and wanted to stand up for them.
"I just wanted to come home and visit. Senior Brother Mu Qing treats me very well." Her voice was a little hoarse and slightly nasal.
Eldest Senior Brother grumbled again, "Why didn't you come earlier? You should have worn more clothes at least. Did you catch a cold?"
As he spoke, he took off his jacket and draped it over Xing Jiuan before bringing her home.
