"Jade—!!" Yi Ran looked at Shu Yu like a clingy spirit, pitifully staring, his thoughts written all over his face, clearly wanting to snuggle up to her.
Shu Yu pressed her temples, then looked towards her wife master. The wife master was holding a bag, the very one Elder Sun had left earlier. "Go on, this matter was also thanks to Young Master Yi."
Shu Yu sighed lightly, then glanced at Yi Ran, "Let's go."
And then Yi Ran followed behind Shu Yu like a little pug.
Uncle Jiang was behind Yi Ran, expressionless, though in his heart he wanted to cover his face.
This young master of his, having grown up in Yuan Palace, where was his usual restraint? It was truly unbearable to watch.
***
Shu Yu led Yi Ran back to his own room, and not long after, the melancholy sound of a zither began to gently play.
