Eleven's voice was a little sharp, so the others around naturally heard it.
Xie Yao, who stood on the steps, changed his expression and immediately ran down with his short legs. He grabbed Jiang Fu's hand and said to Eleven, "Why are you shouting?"
"Ah Yao." Jiang Fu looked down at the child beside her.
The child raised his clear face, and his black eyes glared at Eleven like an angry little beast.
Jiang Fu's fair hands gently caressed his neck.
Xie Yao, who seemed to have exploded just now, immediately looked different. He lowered his eyelashes and looked docile.
Eleven, still holding the pile of things, felt his rage disappear at that moment. He was almost shocked.
Was this still the Young Master? Why had he become so easy to coax after coming back from a trip?
Did he just listen to this woman?
Jiang Fu looked up and said solemnly, "Master Eleven, I know how to read fortunes."
Eleven wanted to laugh.
Ridiculous.
