Ling Yun was stunned to see Su Xiaoxiao.
"Why are you here?"
Xiaohu placed his hands on his hips and stomped his feet. "Mother is here!"
With his mother backing him, his aura was different.
Although when their mother was not around, there was no child who was not arrogant…
Ling Yun looked at Su Xiaoxiao and then at the smiling Ling Yin. His mind buzzed. "Is she the Young Madam you're talking about?"
Ling Yin nodded. "That's right! Young Palace Lord, don't tell me you don't even know your Madam?"
Ling Yun gritted his teeth and muttered, "She's not my Madam…"
It was rare for Ling Yin to be in such a good mood. "Young Palace Lord, I won't disturb you anymore. You guys chat first. I'll go get a few sets of dry clothes for Young Madam and the three young masters!"
