Gao Daniu glanced at Sikong Wuyou, "My little brother is mischievous, better let me hold him, so as not to dirty your clothes, my lord."
The hostility from Gao Daniu was quite evident, and Sikong Wuyou wasn't insistent on holding the child. He casually handed Xiaoniu over.
Having someone take the child was even better; he had been holding him merely to prevent An Ning from getting tired.
However, glancing at his now dirty white clothes and the spot of drool on his chest, Sikong Wuyou helplessly touched his forehead.
If this wasn't his future brother-in-law, he'd have thrown him ten thousand miles away.
After entering the room, An Ning asked Gao Daniu, "Brother Daniu hasn't mentioned, what brings you here?"
