"Don't dare, don't dare."
"From now on, Little Second will stay glued to you, even if you're going to the bathroom!"
"No, he's too ugly! It'll ruin my mood! I want Little Seventh!"
Standing outside the door, Little Second's whole body trembled. So the Young Madam didn't like him because he was ugly? What a painful realization.
Lu Qing squinted slightly: "Try saying that one more time."
"I was wrong. Don't banish him to Africa, alright? Fine, Little Second it is. But, hey, Little Sixth, Little Fifth, and Little Fourth all seem nice, too. How about you pick one for me again?"
Lu Qing's smile carried a certain slyness: "That's what you said? Alright, I'll pick one for you."
Suddenly, it felt very cold. Why did she feel like she was being schemed against?
