Yu Zihan faltered for a moment. He looked up at Shen Qing, and his gaze naturally fell on Yu Jiuqing, who was standing behind her.
He immediately bit his lower lip lightly and said in a low voice, "Doesn't Mother have Father with her? It's fine if Father leads the way for you."
"Young master!"
Xiang Qiao cried out, her voice a mixture of helplessness and anxiety. At the same time, she shot a murderous glare at Qian Zhao Sheng, who was cowering pitifully in a corner, not daring to make a peep.
'It's all that brat's fault for running his mouth! The young master has been in a terrible mood this whole trip, and nothing I say helps.'
'Then again, if my words had any effect, the young master and the Lord wouldn't be in this state.'
Although Shen Qing didn't know what had happened, after that last encounter, she absolutely did not dare to underestimate the little one's thoughts. She couldn't help but smile helplessly and say, "Zihan..."
