Luo Miaoqing was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed at him and said, "Mother! Look at Second Brother."

Madam Lin frowned slightly, looking at her unruly second son, and her tone became stern: "Luo Jiancang, apologize to your sister!"

She knew that the two siblings didn't get along, but she thought that no matter how bad things were, Cang'er should still consider their blood ties and know his limits. She never expected that her second son would dare to talk about his sister in front of her. Lin's mother's expression became quite serious.

Luo Jiancang, who had been scolded, looked at Lin's mother, who called him by his full name, and realized that he had done something wrong. He lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, little sister."

His low voice also carried a hint of dejection.

Mr. Luo watched this scene silently, and sighed inwardly.

He frowned slightly. His second son's temperament definitely needed to be corrected. However, Zhang'er was coming back soon, so it wasn't convenient to educate him now. He would find another opportunity to talk to him properly next time.

Looking at her second brother being scolded, Luo Miaoqing, whose big eyes were still filled with tears, was no longer sad. Instead, she stared at her second brother's dejected appearance with schadenfreude.

The group had different thoughts, but deep down they were all slightly looking forward to the person who was about to arrive.

Speak of the devil and he appears.

Qingyin sat in the carriage, peeking through the curtains at the familiar plaque of the Ningyuan Earl's Mansion through the small window, and sighed inwardly.

We've finally arrived. The journey has been quite long; if he sits any longer, his butt is probably going to be sore.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the carriage, Qingyin gently moved her body in an odd posture, preparing herself.