"Mother, take care on your way, and don't drop my little sister... Little sister, do you like the flowers Father Emperor gave you?"
...
Zhan Se was speechless.
Lord Quan the Fourth gave his son an approving look and cleared his throat before speaking seriously.
"Thirteen, steady your mom and your little sister."
"Father Emperor, your son obeys!"
The father and son bantered back and forth, sounding quite convincing, while Zhan Se felt as if someone was blowing warm air into her ears, quickly softening a certain part of her heart to the point where she couldn't bear to refuse and her steps became much more leisurely. Even though, in her heart, she knew it was just another trick from this man.
Miss Ai Lun, who had been standing by all this time, exhaled a long breath and looked up at the sky.
"My God, is the sky about to change?! Has Fourth Brother's brain blistered?"
