Mr. Su sat before a table full of dishes, chewing on white rice, as tasteless as chewing wax.
His keen ears picked up his little brother chatting idly under his bed; he heard every word clearly.
He wanted to give him a beating, but feared it would blow up, and soon everyone would know about his embarrassing situation.
But he felt that everyone at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, including Little Black, already knew.
Couldn't they spare his thin skin a little?
He kept chewing his rice and said, "There are mice under the bed."
Mice?!
Young Master Su's expression remained unchanged.
But there were two lagging behind him.
Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince were startled, their heads banging against the bed board, stars dancing in their eyes, tears streaming.
After climbing out, they sat on the ground holding their heads.
Young Master Su lay under the bed, holding his forehead.
The Ninth Prince looked at Young Master Su, "Aren't you coming out?"
