But Cuiyu came forward again.
"Third Young Master!"
Cui Yu knelt down, grabbed his clothes like a loyal servant, and begged bitterly: "Third Young Master, I beg you, please go and save the lady. I am willing to accept any punishment you want."
As she spoke, she raised her head, her eyes full of tears, looking extremely pitiful, which made people feel pity for her.
pity.
Yang Huaijin glanced at her as if he was watching a monkey show.
ruthless.
Cold.
Even disgust.
Cui Yu didn't know how to cry for a moment.
"What's going on?"
Yang Zhao came from the other end of the corridor, holding Xier, who had just washed and combed her hair.
A pink cloak and cute two-cornered buns.
It's very delicate and exquisite.
When Yang Huaijin saw the two people, one big and one small, walking towards him, his eyes suddenly lit up slightly, and his face no longer had the ruthlessness and coldness just now. He rudely pulled the hem of his clothes back from Cui Yu's hand and walked quickly towards them.
"elder sister."
"Has it been dealt with?"
Yang Huaijin smiled brightly at her and nodded: "Just waiting for the Spring Examination."
After saying that, he squatted down in front of Xier, and with a brighter smile on his handsome face, he asked, "Little Xier, do you still recognize your Third Uncle?"
Xier blinked, nodded obediently, and said in a childish voice: "I recognize it. Uncle San will hold it high."
Every time Yang Huaijin comes back, his favorite thing is to carry her and fly.
That is Xier's favorite.
When Yang Huaijin heard this, he immediately picked her up, carried her to the side and flew away. Xier was immediately amused and started giggling.
The laughter is pleasant.
But Cuiyu, who was ignored on the ground, stared at Xier in Yang Huaijin's arms unwillingly...
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