Yang Mengchen busily took Lady Xiao's hand and acted coquettishly, "Aunty Xiao, don't be mad. I won't do it again."
"You little thing," Lady Xiao fondly chided, stroking Yang Mengchen's cute little nose. Every time Chenchen acted coquettishly, her heart immediately melted like water.
Ever since meeting the young lady, she had always been stern and aloof. No one would have thought she had such a charming and cute side. Most people secretly lifted their heads, but upon seeing the White Tiger by Yang Mengchen's side, they were scared into quickly looking down again. Only Uncle Heng, his daughter, Qiao Niangzi, and the Youming Palace People remained calm as before.
