Tang Wutong often saw her mother clinging to Zhao Ling's embrace, so she followed her example and wanted to throw herself into his arms too.
There was no helping it. Zhao Ling had summoned her here using a Character Summoning Card, giving her an innate favorability toward him of over 60. With the effect of Female Killer Lv. 1 added in, that innate favorability had reached over 80 points.
After spending this time together, her favorability toward Zhao Ling had soared to 90+, so she yearned to be close to him even more than Xiao Wu did.
But every time she tried to burrow into Zhao Ling's arms, Ah Rou caught her by the back of her collar and warned her.
"Xiao Qi, you're still too young. Don't copy your mother and throw yourself into Brother Ling's arms. It sets a bad example."
Of course, that was how Ah Rou lectured Zhao Ling, yet as she looked at Xiao Wu in his arms, her eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
She actually wanted to burrow into Zhao Ling's arms too, but she was, after all, a widow who had lost her husband. Taking the initiative to climb into another man's arms always felt rather improper.
Of course, over the past dozen or so days, Sister Yin'er and Little Sister Long'er had spent plenty of time trying to persuade her, hoping she would help share some of their worries.
Ah Rou was rather shocked. According to Sister Yin'er and Little Sister Long'er, even when they joined forces, they were often routed so badly that they abandoned their armor and helmets, and that was not even Zhao Ling at his finest.
Apparently, Zhao Ling had once single-handedly thrashed three fierce bandits, including them, until they could not tell north from