Feng Qingxue thought the old leader should be there to see Xibao rather than herself. Look at Xibao! This little fatty child boldly nestled himself into the old leader's arms, bouncing and prancing, his chubby toddler babble making the old man constantly break into laughter.
"Gun, biubiu!"
"Riding a horse! No baby!"
"Naughty, spanking!"
Eventually, Xibao started to tattle to the old leader, even remembered to reach back and touch his own bottom.
The others didn't understand what Xibao was saying, but for Feng Qingxue, it was as clear as a mirror. Little Fatty was talking about soldiers practicing firearms in the barracks, the cavalrymen riding horses without him, and Chen Ju spanking him, etc.
The old leader listened happily, too preoccupied to pay attention to Feng Qingxue. It was his personal assistant who offered Feng Qingxue a seat and poured her tea.
Having politely thanked him, Feng Qingxue accepted the tea and sat down.
