"My dear disciples, how can I discuss these things with you? Let alone not having the time to talk, even if I do have the time, I can't share them. They're military secrets!"
Xiumei pouted, knowing that Xu Zhengyong was right, but she was still a bit unsatisfied.
Xu Zhengyong quickly complained to Wei Ruo, "Ruoruo, see how Meimei's temper is growing bigger. If she continues like this, who will marry her?"
Xiumei retorted, "Who wants to get married! You can't utter a single good word!"
"Alright, you two stop bickering. It's enough that Brother Xiaoyong is back safe, I will unpack his bandage later and apply some medicine," Wei Ruo promptly stepped in to mediate.
Mother Xu said crossly, "Xiaoyong, Meimei, you are both older than the young miss, but together you are not half as mature as her. How can you protect and serve the young miss in the future like this?"
Xu Zhenyong and Xiumei instantly quieted down.
