Going to a Funeral Feast
He still had a tiny bit of conscience, enough to stop a young life from vanishing.
Otherwise, she really would have died!
So, in honor of that kindness, it wasn't too much to let Qin Liffei shit on the dead old man's face during the funeral, was it?
If that little girl still insisted on leaving with him after that, then it was fate.
Mhm, that was right. He was doing all this for that little girl, not because he wanted to mess with Qin Liffei!
"Young Master, do we need disguises? He'll recognize us at a glance."
Shen Wuxiao pursed his lips and reached up to pinch Xiao Jiu's pretty little cheek. "What kind of joke is that?"
"Your Young Master's Peerless Disguise Technique is invincible under heaven!"
"Mm... Mm-hm, got it, young master!" Xiao Jiu pouted.
She wanted the Young Master to forcefully kiss her.
Shen Wuxiao released her and walked inside. "I'll go tell my wife first. Wait for me in the car."
Shen Wuxiao headed straight upstairs.
An Qing'er and Hexi were already awake.
They were washing up.
"Qing'er, Xi Xi, I'm heading out. I'll probably be back tonight!"
The moment An Qing'er heard that, she immediately understood.
"Husband, are you going to stir something up? Take me, take me!" She immediately pounced on Shen Wuxiao and hugged him.
Hexi hugged him as well. "I want to go too."
But Shen Wuxiao shook his head. "Xiao Qi, Xiao Jiu, and I are going today. You two be good and stay home, or go check on the Hexi family's place."
"It'll be finished soon."
"Take me with you, please, Husband!" An Qing'er pouted and acted cute.
"No, because... it'll be rather unsightly."
Hearing that, Hexi covered her mouth. "Husband, I'm not going.