Little Xiucai forcefully pried his hand away, then nimbly crawled behind Su Qiao and hid there, revealing only his head.
"Wife, look, it's this person. He suddenly barged into our home and started making strange noises."
As if realizing that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate, he mustered his courage and crawled out from behind Su Qiao. Then he spread his arms and stood in front of her. "Wife, don't be afraid. I'll protect you."
The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched twice as she climbed up from the ground.
"Ahem, he isn't some strange person. He's your distant cousin, and he came to seek refuge with us. You forgot?"
"My distant cousin? He came to seek refuge with us?"
Little Xiucai suspiciously sized up Uncle Ya.
After a while, he shrank his neck and said timidly, "But he looks really scary."
Su Qiao gave Uncle Ya a sympathetic look and gently explained, "He only looks a little fierce. He's actually very gentle."
"Oh."
Little Xiucai finally stopped being afraid and instead took his wife's hand. "Wife, then let's hurry home."
After catching sight of Uncle Ya standing there with an awkward expression, he stopped in his tracks again. "Or I can stay in this room with you, and let Cousin stay in that room."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Ya grew even more anxious. He shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly.
"Ah, ah... ah, ah..."
Little Xiucai pointed at him curiously. "Wife, look at him. He's so strange."
Su Qiao naturally understood what Uncle Ya was trying to say.
Although she and Zhao Jingting knew each other, men and women were ultimately different.
Living together would damage her reputation.
"He can't speak, and he's already upset about that. We can't say things like this and add to his sadness."