Seeing that the pain on Zhao Yi's face was genuine, Jiang Li could only nod.
"Very well."
"Sixth Miss Jiang, I'll take my leave."
Zhao Yi cupped his hands toward Jiang Yourning.
"Take care, Lord Zhao~"
Jiang Yourning chuckled and waved at him.
Well, well, I never realized this kid Zhao Yi knew how to read the room.
Since you're being so sensible, I'll only laugh at your father for showing off his green underpants and leave you out of it.
This matchmaker might even consider introducing you to a decent girl someday. I'll give you a discount then.
Zhao Yi: "..." Well, thank you so very much.
He had only just stepped one foot over the threshold when he suddenly stumbled.
Then, for some inexplicable reason, he clenched his butt cheeks. One hand moved to touch his backside, but he ultimately pulled it back and fled in panic.
Sixth Jiang could find out about his father's fondness for green underpants however she liked, so long as she never learned that he wore them too.
"Huh, has that kid done something guilty? Why's he running so fast?"
Watching Zhao Yi disappear from sight, Jiang Yourning couldn't help blinking.
"He already said his stomach hurt. Naturally, he's running to the privy."
Helpless, Jiang Li reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Oh."
Jiang Yourning withdrew her gaze.
"Third Brother, how's the wooden carving you're making for Sister Lin coming along?"
"I've been too busy with official duties these past few days. Give me a few more days."
Jiang Li opened the drawer in front of his desk and glanced inside. Over a dozen wooden carvings lay there, none of which satisfied him.
Jiang Yourning grimaced, trying to bring out the little fists clenched beneath her sleeves. In the end,