"That won't do, that won't do," the old butler hastily shook his head as he spoke. What the old butler didn't say out loud was that now they called her Miss Situ, but maybe after a while, the title would have to change.
"Uncle Zhong, just listen to Baby, calling her Xiao Xin is fine. Otherwise, this girl will definitely feel awkward," Xiao Muli said. He took advantage of the gap in the conversation when Situ Xin was speaking with the old butler and had someone fetch a shawl, which he then draped over Situ Xin's shoulders.
"Huh?" Situ Xin looked at the shawl that had suddenly appeared on her shoulders, somewhat puzzled, and turned her gaze to Xiao Muli.
Xiao Muli, upon seeing the look Situ Xin gave him, explained, "It gets cool in the evening. Wearing the shawl will prevent you from catching a cold." Xiao Muli would die before he admitted that he couldn't bear the thought of any man besides himself seeing his Baby's delicate shoulders.
