"How could there be such a freak under heaven?"
Xu Xiaoshou watched Storyteller and the other leave. As he dug at the ears he had just cleaned, he pondered what sort of soil and water could possibly raise an "expert" like Storyteller.
The Saint Slave was full of oddballs, and Storyteller was surely the most dazzling flower among them.
He had not pondered for long before footsteps sounded outside the pavilion.
Clearly, the main group had returned.
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
The moment Mu Zixi entered, she threw herself at him with all her might.
Having followed that fake "Young Master Xu" around outside, she had been nothing but a bottled-up ball of anger. She was practically bursting.
Yet the moment she got close, the little girl's delicate nose twitched, and suspicion filled her eyes.
"Xu Xiaoshou, where did you go fooling around?!" Mu Zixi demanded, her brows shooting up.
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes nearly bulged crooked.
Was this junior sister's nose a dog's or something? How could she still smell it? Hadn't he just washed up? He waved away the little junior sister who had sniffed her way right up to his ear and was about to climb all over his head. "Stop messing around. Didn't I tell you to call me Young Master Xu outside?"
"But there aren't any outsiders here..."
Mu Zixi muttered. Her eyes rolled, and she viciously pointed at her senior brother. "Don't try changing the subject! Where exactly did you go fooling around?"
"Fragrance Pavilion," Xu Xiaoshou casually made up.
"Huh?"
The little girl's gaze instantly went vacant. She actually believed him! Turning the words "Fragrance Pavilion" over in her heart, she looked utterly devastated. Clutching her head, she stared at him in disbelief. "Xu, Xu Xiaoshou! I never thought... you were that kind of person!"
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