The laughter echoed through the spacious lounge, a cacophony of teasing and playful laughter. Lian and Mei stood like queens surveying their court, their arms crossed and expressions mischievous as they watched the four grown men stumble awkwardly through their dance steps. Their feet shuffled, and the rhythm eluded them.
Suddenly, a figure ran in from outside, startling everyone. Little Bai came running in, his face as red as a cooked lobster, eyes wide with excitement. He dashed past the group with a smile plastered on his face and raced into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Xiang Yu creased his brows in concern. Butler Qing glanced over and asked, "Is he okay?"
Without a word, Xiang Yu followed after Little Bai, knocking gently on the door. "Little Bai, what's wrong?" he called, his voice filled with worry.
