"Don't call me Little Yunzhi, I'm fifteen this year and I can handle dual blades with impressive flair," Yun Zhi said with her hands on her hips, a look of pride on her face.
"Alright, Little Yunzhi, got it, Little Yunzhi, I won't call you Little Yunzhi next time, ok, Little Yunzhi?"
Yun Zhi glared at Lu Xiao, irritation filling her bright, sparkling eyes.
"Dad, this stinky guy keeps picking on me, always calling me Little Yunzhi. He said he wouldn't, but then he says it four times in one sentence!" The next second, Yun Zhi shouted at the man ahead of them.
The man appeared to be in his forties, wearing a bamboo hat, with a wine gourd and a large saber hanging at his waist.
"Lu Xiao, my young friend, I apologize for Yun Zhi's mischievousness. Please bear with her," Yun He greeted Lu Xiao with a bowed fist.
Was he, her father, not aware of Yun Zhi's personality?
All day long, she was noisy, with no filter on her mouth.
"Dad!" Yun Zhi's cheeks reddened with anger.
