When the little one hit the nail on the head, Lao Fan huffed, puffed, and glared, then turned his head away, refusing to look at him anymore.
Lao Fan didn't leave, and although Princess Anle had no control over him, Xia Zheng certainly did.
"Xia Zheng, come back to the mansion with me."
Xia Zheng, copying Lao Fan's demeanor, sat firmly in his chair: "I'm not going back either, I'm quite good here. Ouch, Xia Zhen, you brute, let go of my ear!"
Before Xia Zheng could finish, Xia Zhen had already grabbed his ear, lifting his chin and dragged him before Princess Anle.
Princess Anle patted her considerate eldest son with satisfaction, and without even bothering to glance at Xia Zheng, she bid farewell to the Lin Jiaxin Couple: "Take a good rest, come visit the Military Mansion some other day."
With that, she led the way out.
Xia Zhen, with Xia Zheng's ear in hand, followed behind, resembling an eagle carrying a chick.
