You fathead...
Fan Xiaochuan looked at the mischievous Xi Rubao, the corners of his white, refined face twitching.
He shyly opened his mouth, "Tha... thank you."
His eyes only on Xi Rubao.
He finished speaking as if his throat was burning and hurriedly fled.
Zuzi propped her chin, watching Fan Xiaochuan's shy back: "Ancestor also saved him, why didn't he thank Ancestor."
Xi Rubao pouted and stomped coquettishly: "Sister, that guy wouldn't dare to look you in the eye, you're a fairy-like figure!"
Zuzi smiled, "But he really shouldn't waste time here, something big is going to happen at his home, better to go back early."
Something big?
What big thing?
Knowing Zuzi's words always proved true, Xi Rubao couldn't help but sweat for Fan Xiaogang.
Could it be that kid's brother is going to bully him, the "son raised by a stepmother"? But if you think about it, isn't that brother also "raised by a stepfather"? Who's really more noble, honestly!
