Su Qiao: "..."
She didn't think he was all that impressive.
Aside from being somewhat big, his Lightness Skill seemed passable, but there was no sign that he possessed any profound Internal Energy.
"Little sis, you don't believe me?"
"If you don't believe me, I'll run for you to see. I'm really fast now, and I can even scale roofs and walls. I can even cross palace walls this high..."
Seeing that she remained silent, Su Baiwen desperately wanted to show off his peerless martial arts.
Su Qiao hurriedly grabbed her older brother, who was about to jump out the window, and lowered her voice. "Don't. Keep your voice down, or someone might discover you."
"Right, we can't let anyone discover us. I still have to take you out."
Su Baiwen's movements became extremely cautious.
Although he knew martial arts, his little sister didn't.
His little sister was merely a delicate young lady from an aristocratic household.
Su Qiao forcibly dragged him to the table and made him sit down, then ran to the cabinet in the corner. She pulled out a yellow paper package from inside. "Brother, you must be hungry, right? I have roast chicken for you."
"Roast chicken?"
Although the roast chicken was cold, wisps of its meaty fragrance could still be smelled.
Su Baiwen swallowed, his face beneath his bushy beard turning slightly red. "Ahem, little sis, you should keep it for yourself."
"Look how thin you've gotten. That stinking woman Su Yue must have refused to give you food, right? Just wait and see how I deal with her."
Su Qiao had more or less figured out what kind of person her older brother was.
He was a little simple-minded and didn't have much of a scheming nature, but he had a very kind heart.