Xiang Yu stood tall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the trio sprawled across the floor. His voice, smooth yet laced with quiet authority, cut through the awkward silence. "Heard enough."
Mei scrambled upright, brushing imaginary dust from her robes. "We, umm… we were just passing by."
Lian popped up beside her, eyes darting. "We were looking for something." They spoke simultaneously.
Xiang Yu raised a brow. "So which one is it?"
Mei pointed vaguely at the floor. "Looking for something."
Lian gestured toward the hallway. "Passing by."
The pair immediately dropped to their knees, pretending to search for invisible trinkets, their movements exaggerated and clumsy. In Han Xin's arms, the little dumpling giggled heartily, his laughter bubbling like a spring. He was thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, his chubby cheeks glowing with delight.
