"Come, tell me why you're upset."
He knowingly asked as he patted Yuanya through the quilt, his voice pleasing to the ears.
Yuanya said weakly, "Yuanmiao came home. She... never mind, forget it."
"Alright, let's not talk about her then. She can be quite upsetting."
Lan Xiu lifted the quilt and held her slim waist, adjusting her body.
"You've been constantly worrying about other people's kids, don't you feel that as Mrs. Lan, you are neglecting your duties?"
He laid his head on Yuanya's chest, his mood dampened by her unhappiness.
"Other people's kids?" Yuanya blinked in confusion.
"Apart from your wild little sister, isn't there one with the surname Qiao?" Old Master Lan's face was full of annoyance.
"He's only eighteen, you're even jealous of him."
Although that little brat always deliberately gave her a hard time, ruining sketches and messing up color palette, upon closer examination, his composition had some ingenuity.
