Fu Sichen ignored Shen Xinbai and asked instead, "Honey, what kind of house would you like to live in?"
It was as though, as long as Xu Chao asked, Fu Sichen would build it for him, whether it was the White House, a classical castle, or a city in the sky.
Sweetness filled Xu Chao's heart. He considered it seriously for two seconds. "I want to live in an underground palace."
Fu Sichen looked intrigued.
Xu Chao launched into an enthusiastic spiel.
"Underground palaces are great. First, they combine stone carvings with stone construction, making them especially sturdy. Ordinary minor earthquakes can't do a thing to them."
"Second, land is scarce these days, and everyone's scrambling to build high-rises. By going against the trend and building an underground palace, we can even conserve land resources for the country."
"Most importantly, they serve multiple purposes and last for ages. You can use one from when you're a babbling baby until you're old and withered. Talk about value for money!"
He said a whole lot, and it sounded quite reasonable.
But an underground palace was a fucking tomb!
What living person lived in a tomb? Did he think he was Little Dragon Girl?
Fu Sichen watched the boy gesticulating excitedly, a trace of darkness flickering in his eyes.
But he soon laughed and said slowly, "I'll wait to do it with you. We'll share a quilt in life and a grave in death."
Xu Chao abruptly stopped. "Huh?"
The next second, he received a sharp rap on the head. Xu Zhou's face was dark, his expression far from pleasant. "Pah, pah, pah! What underground palace? Don't talk nonsense, kid."
Then he turned to glare at Fu Sichen, the corners of his eyes red. "And you. My little brother is going to live