"Brother will give you dried apricots!"
Little Milk Jin was cunningly clever, knowing exactly who the real financial backer was between Rong Qing and Rong Yinghui, and she was willing to give up some of her favorite dried apricots.
After entering, the two sat on one side of the sofa.
The refined young man was still dressed in a Tang Suit that seemed out of place, and through the loose sleeves, one could see the dark brown Buddha Beads on his fair wrists. His beautiful, delicate features and his childish yet unhurried voice made the little girl's eyes crinkle with laughter.
'Good brother' Tang Micheng could no longer keep the smile at the corner of his mouth and glared over.
He still remembered this 'Wild Brother'!
Tang Micheng felt an inexplicable hostility towards Rong Qing.
Just then, a driver entered, "Young master, can we leave now?"
It seemed someone wanted to snatch away their little one.
Leave now? Why leave?
