Dew clung to his black clothes. He seemed to have rushed back, his boots covered in mud, while a little white snake poked its head out from his chest, looking somewhat worried.
It was Leng Qingsong, who had headed east all the way!
Now, Leng Qingsong had none of his usual high spirits. Even his steps were disordered, and a trace of panic had appeared on his normally expressionless face.
When Leng Qingsong pushed open the door and saw Ouyang, his panic turned to delighted surprise, only to be replaced by anger a moment later.
For once, Leng Qingsong did not greet Ouyang. Instead, he went straight back to his little room.
What had gotten into this brat?
Ouyang gave Leng Qingsong a puzzled glance as he walked past, but still paid him no attention, simply continuing to fold the paper crane in his hands.
Having raised Leng Qingsong single-handedly, Ouyang knew his little brother's foul temper all too well.
Ignoring him was actually the best approach right now.
Back in his room, Leng Qingsong seemed to be rummaging haphazardly for something, making a tremendous racket.
After a brief pause, he made another tremendous racket.
This time, it was accompanied by the sound of a teacup smashing on the floor.
Squatting nearby and watching Ouyang fold paper, Little Bie San wrinkled his monkey face and stood up, intending to tell Second Boss to keep it down and not disturb Big Boss's work.
He had only just entered the room when, a second later, Little Bie San smashed through the roof, thrown straight out.
Still wearing a trace of terror on his face, Little Bie San flew right out of the courtyard and plunged into the bushes outside.
He scurried back in a sorry state and squatted beside Ouyang, still shaken,