Young Master Yao's Invitation

After a moment's hesitation, Pink Snow carefully nudged Xiao Xiao's shoulder, showing her affection.

Xiao Xiao's lips curved a little higher.

He patted Pink Snow's head. "Good girl."

"Uncle Wang, we meet again."

A familiar voice rang out. Everyone looked up. The group approaching them from not far away was none other than Young Master Yao and his companions.

"Huh, he's recovered already?"

Zhang Bo muttered under his breath.

"That guy's got a thick skin."

Zhuge Yun sounded somewhat bemused.

He'd been scared out of his wits not long ago. Was he back for another beating?

Wang Tong's smile stayed in place, but his brows knitted slightly.

Why was that kid coming over again?

He knew Young Master Yao had a horse of his own—the one Master Xiao had taken an interest in earlier. So what was he doing here again?

This place wasn't even in the same direction as the stable where his horse was kept.

All he could hope was that Young Master Yao wouldn't say something thoughtless again.

Master Xiao was easygoing, but even the most patient person couldn't put up with repeated provocation.

Besides, Master Xiao wasn't incapable of fighting back.

If Master Xiao really got angry, Wang Tong could imagine that Young Master Yao wouldn't come out of it well.

In any case, he'd shared a few meals with Father Yao and had some rapport with him. As long as it didn't affect his relationship with Master Xiao, he was willing to lend a hand.

"Young Master Yao, have you eaten?"

Wang Tong asked with a genial smile. Then his smile faded slightly, and he put on a concerned expression, bringing up the very thing he shouldn't. "What happened earlier?"

The carefree smile on Young Master Yao's face instantly froze.

What had happened that morning