"You child... how could you be so spineless! So useless!!" Dui Qimeng's expression darkened. She shoved hard with her hand and said in embarrassed anger, "It would be one thing if you refused to meet outsiders, but this is your Second Martial Uncle, your own flesh and blood! How could you..."
As she spoke, Dui Qimeng did not forget to cautiously say to Xiao Hua, "Second Senior Brother, this child hasn't seen much of the world. Please don't take offense!"
"Quick, hurry and pay your respects..." Dui Qimeng poked Cui Yingying's back again with her finger, though her face was turned toward Xiao Hua. It would have been better if Dui Qimeng had not urged her. The moment she did, Cui Yingying, who had been trying to hide in Dui Qimeng's robe, immediately changed expression. Her little mouth pouted, and tears were about to fall!
"All you know is how to cry, all you know is how to cry! Other than crying, what else can you do!" At the sight of Cui Yingying's tearful face, Dui Qimeng grew angry. She secretly glanced at Xiao Hua, then at Zhuo, who had flown to the side to await the Thunder Palace disciples' greetings, and muttered under her breath.
Hearing her mother say that she was useless, Cui Yingying's tears finally fell. Yet her little hand still clutched a corner of Dui Qimeng's robe tightly, refusing to let go.
"Qimeng!" Xiao Hua smiled and looked gently at Cui Yingying. "This is the first time Little Yingying and I have met, so of course we're still strangers! Didn't you say we're close family? There is no need for such formality!"
"Isn't that right, Little Yingying..." Xiao Hua wore a broad smile as he extended his hand, kindly hoping Cui Yingying would place her hand