Feng Fuce leaned against the carriage wall, closing his eyes for a rest.
"I can, but..." He seemed hesitant.
Zhi'er hurriedly asked, "But what?"
Feng Fuce opened his cold eyes, looking at the little one with interest.
"But you call everyone brother, Brother Juzi, Brother Yingtao, Brother Cao Mei, it seems I'm no different to you."
"Since there's no difference, I should really think about whether to help you, after all, you could ask for help from other brothers too."
Zhi'er widened her clear, dark eyes: "Huh?!"
Her small face was full of bewilderment.
"Brother Fu Ce," the little one clung to him, hugging his arm and acting spoiled: "Zhi'er likes you the most."
Feng Fuce chuckled softly.
He counted on his long fingers: "I've heard you say that to many people."
"At least the Emperor, Prince Rui, Prince Kang, a few Princely Heirs, Qingmei, Prime Minister Wen, even that panda Tang Yuan."
