Nalan Xin was ten years old this year and had not yet grown up, but it could be seen that her looks were not inferior to Nalan Qing's. Moreover, her father, Nalan Wang, was the next head of the Nalan family, and he doted on her very much. Her status in the Nalan family was even higher than Nalan Qing's.
Just now, she was the one who had been clamoring for barbecued meat. In order to show off herself and to get close to Nan Hua and the others, Nalan Qing had volunteered to go. At this moment, when she saw Nalan Qing return, she hurriedly went up to greet her.
"Sister Qing, where's the roasted meat?" As she said this, she searched Nalan Qing's body as if she was afraid that Nalan Qing would hide the roasted meat.
