"Brother will give you some dried apricots!"
Little Milk Jin was clever as a ghost, knowing exactly who the real financial backer was between Rong Qing and Rong Yinghui; she could even offer up some of her favorite dried apricots.
After entering, the two of them sat on one side of the sofa.
The young noble still wore a Tang Suit that seemed out of place in the surroundings, and through the slightly loose sleeves, his fair wrists adorned with dark brown Buddha Beads could be seen. His beautiful and delicate features and his childish yet unhurried voice made the little girl laugh until her eyes squinted shut.
'Good brother' Tang Micheng couldn't keep up his smile any longer, and he glared over.
He remembered this 'Wild Brother' all too well!
For some reason, Tang Micheng felt an inexplicable animosity towards Rong Qing.
Just then, the chauffeur entered, "Young Master, may we leave now?"
It seemed like someone was trying to snatch away their little one.
Leave now? Why?
