"People from Jufeng Trading Company often come to Su Clan to discuss business, and she's always needed there. Even my mother and aunt have to wait every day at home, hoping that Qingluo could go with them to the mountains and the forests, but she's hardly ever available. So how can it be my turn?"
Sixth Young Master complained a lot, and in the end, he snorted in dissatisfaction, leaving behind the sentence: "You two just had good luck, having Grandpa's token to please her. That's why Little Qingluo agreed."
"Haha, this kid, we haven't seen him for a while, but his temper has grown bigger, daring to challenge us brothers."
Lin Jinxu was amused, his sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, with a hidden sparkle in his eyes.
"I think his skin is itching for a beating."
Lin Jinzhou flexed his fists, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Hey, hey, we're in the Su Clan, and we can't use violence."
Lin Jinyang's little heart trembled and he shrank his neck in fear.
