Unable to resist, Qiao Xuan felt compelled to intervene.
This young Lord Heir-Son was pure and harmless, especially with his innocent and adorable clear eyes. He appeared delicate, beautiful, and fragile, evoking sympathy from those around him.
The young heir nodded obediently and refused to let her leave. "I want grasshoppers."
He looked so pitiful.
Qiao Xuan sighed inwardly.
Motivated by the situation, Tuan smiled and chimed in, "Lord Heir-Son, it's easy to find grasshoppers. I'll get them for you!"
But the heir didn't want that. "I want my sister's!"
Qiao Xuan's head throbbed. She turned to Uncle Jiang with a wry smile. "I was just speaking with the young heir earlier, mentioning that we would weave grasshoppers for him…"
But before I could finish, you arrived.
Tuan scratched his head, feeling uncertain. He didn't know how to weave grasshoppers.
Uncle Jiang started to hesitate.
