The girl who spoke wore a pair of snow-white leather boots untouched by dust, matched with a little red skirt. Her face was bare, free of powder or rouge, yet still moist and tender, brimming with the delicate youthfulness unique to her age.
Meng Zhao and Meng Chuan turned toward Meng Rong. Seeing her approach in high spirits, followed by several adorably dressed little maids and a pretty, well-proportioned middle-aged woman guarding her closely, they knew there was no escaping today.
Meng Zhao slapped Meng Chuan's rock-hard, powerful muscles and pointed at Meng Rong.
"Fifth Brother, let's make a deal. You handle this little tyrant today. I'll make my retreat first, all right?"
The icy expression Meng Chuan showed outsiders vanished completely. He rolled his eyes at Meng Zhao, shaking his head and waving his hands repeatedly.
"How could that work? Fourth Brother, we agreed on this—share blessings together and shoulder hardships together.
Now that hardship has come, you can't shove everything onto me, can you?"
The two brothers exchanged a glance, a mutual understanding arising between them, and burst into laughter at the same time. Meng Rong, who had only just arrived, was thoroughly displeased by this.
Her little boots clattered as she ran over. With her hands on her hips, she gave the two of them a thorough scolding.
They had no sense of time, they were prone to violence, they reeked of sweat—she rattled on without stopping.
Meng Zhao let it go in one ear and out the other. He casually took the cool, damp towel Lü Yue handed him and wiped his face and hands, watching the little girl throw her tantrum with great interest.
After spending the past few days together, he had come to rather like this sister who shared no blood relation with