The beautiful lady walked up with a smile and patted Long Ling'er's head. "Ling'er is one year older now."
"Mother, I don't like celebrating like this," Long Ling'er muttered, looking at the crowd. She only wanted to celebrate with people close to her, but because of her status, she had few true friends. Many came to her birthday, but they weren't genuine. It was just because of her status.
"Silly girl. You must remember that whether you like it or not, the Dragon Clan is one complete piece," the beauty said gently. The girl was still too young. She couldn't understand many things.
Long Ling'er nodded, half understanding.
"Auntie, Ling'er." Long Mu walked over now.
"Hmph." Long Ling'er glared at him and then looked away, ignoring him.
"You're still angry at your brother?" Long Mu asked helplessly.
"Ling'er, don't do that." Madame Long's voice turned serious. Long Mu was the descendant of her elder brother.
