Meng Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly: "You hit her because you saw her pulling my sleeve?"
Meng Xian became even angrier: "Yes, I hit her! Are you feeling sorry for her? Here, help her hit her back!" She pushed her face hard in front of him.
Xiao Huaiyu raised his hand and touched it.
Meng Xi's eyelashes twitched, and she closed her eyes in fear, thinking that he was really going to hit her to vent his anger on the Eighth Princess.
Unexpectedly, she felt a gentle friction on her face. She trembled as she opened her eyes and saw the heartache in her brother's eyes. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I promise I'll never let anyone pull my sleeve again, or call me 'brother'. I'll always be Xian'er's brother, okay?"
Meng Xian bit her lip: "Really?"
Xiao Huaiyu nodded and helped the little girl tidy up her messed up clothes: "Really."
Meng Xi glared at him and immediately tugged at his clothes: "Then throw this away! It's been pulled by someone else and it's dirty! I don't like it!"
He tried to tear the clothes off violently.
Xiao Huaiyu covered her mouth with a wail, struggling desperately: "In front of so many people, sister, please at least give your brother some face!"
Meng Xi didn't tolerate him. She tore off his clothes and stepped on them a few times until they were dirty. Then she opened her arms and said, "Hurry up and carry me back. I'm tired!"
What could Xiao Huaiyu do? He could only bear the hard work and carry the little girl back to the bedroom.
As they walked along, everyone they met was shocked. After asking around, they all decided to be more careful with the young lady from the Meng family.
He even dared to tear His Majesty's dragon robe. I can't afford to offend him. I can't afford to offend him.
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