Song Yuanbao tilted his head, and the wind lifted the carriage curtain on that side, revealing half of Ye Ling's fair and delicate face. The little girl was holding something in her hand to eat, and that hand was exceptionally white, like beautiful jade, making Song Yuanbao momentarily lost in thought.
"Hey, hey, hey, talking to you here, where are you looking?" Ye Rong shouted loudly.
Song Yuanbao pulled back his thoughts, suddenly changing his previous demeanor, and smiled, "Alright, I can call you that, but you have to give me a new title."
"Hey, you're quite on the ball, change it I will. How about Little Yuanbao? Such a nickname makes people want to protect you. With that, wherever you go, someone will cover you. If that doesn't work, just say I'm your older brother, who would dare to bully you then?"
