"This is absolutely worry-free! No need to carry!" Ji Bingchu assured her.
"No need to carry, then why don't you carry it!?" Pei Qin chuckled.
Ji Bingchu shrugged, "I'd like to carry him too, but sadly! He likes you, not me!"
"I refuse!" Pei Qin said indignantly.
Looking at Mo Heng, Ji Bingchu folded his fan and left in a flash, "Xiao Yonger! You just stick with Xiao Qinqin! I'm leaving first! I'll come back for you in ten years!"
Pei Qin's swearing followed from behind, "Ji Bingchu you son of a bitch!"
"My uncle has been dead for many years!" Ji Bingchu retorted, his figure already vanished from sight.
Leaving Xiao Yong, Little Radish, standing alone in the courtyard, his bright eyes watching Pei Qin.
After cursing, Pei Qin paced a few laps, then eyed the lonely Little Radish in the courtyard and beckoned to him.
Xiao Yong approached her, looking at her.
"Are you pampered at home?" Pei Qin asked.
"I am the legitimate eldest son." Xiao Yong nodded.
