"Young master, please don't flatter me. I know my daughter's temperament well."
Feng Guang pouted in dissatisfaction.
Xia Chao glared at his daughter, "Fengguang, why don't you apologize to the young master?"
"Shufeng said that I am very well-behaved and sensible, and he likes me very much, so he doesn't find me annoying."
Xia Chao's eye twitched. "Spectacular."
“Miss Xia is right,” Shu Feng smiled. “I do like Feng Guang very much; she’s a good girl.”
When Feng Guang heard the first half of his sentence, her heart skipped a beat. But when she heard the second half, she felt inexplicably disappointed.
Xia Chao forced a smile. "Only you, young master, think she's a good girl."
"Dad, could you please stop belittling me like that in front of Shufeng? I have a very good personality, okay?"
"Feng Guang, how do you address the young master?" Xia Chao's brow twitched again. He felt that the etiquette teacher he had found for Feng Guang was a complete waste. No matter how familiar she was with him, she shouldn't call him by his name. After all, Shu Feng was so much older than her; she should at least call him "uncle"...
Xia Chao glanced at the gentle and refined Shu Feng. Hmm... Uncle, that should be the right way to address him, right?
He was no longer sure.
Feng Guang crossed her arms and said, "Shu Feng accepted my candied hawthorn, so he's my friend now. What's wrong with friends calling each other by our first names? He can call me Feng Guang too."
“What Feng Guang said makes no sense.” Shu Feng held a cat in one arm and a candied hawthorn in the other, but the candied hawthorn only had one fruit left. What would be a comical scene on others was not comical on him at all. His quiet aura easily infected everything around him, and even his simple smile revealed a lonely and aloofness.
Xia Chao looked at his daughter, who was staring blankly at Shu Feng, and suddenly didn't know what to say. He could only grit his teeth and pat his daughter's head to bring her back to her senses. "Feng Guang, we should go back."
"Huh? Going back so soon? Isn't it still early?" The afterglow of the setting sun had faded, and now only the faint moonlight was shining down. Feng Guang looked up at the night sky and then looked at his father, feeling that nothing was wrong.
This is the highest level of blatant lying.
Xia Chao suppressed his anger, "Your mother is waiting for you to eat, Young Master Shu, we'll take our leave now."
"Wait a moment." Shu Feng called out to Xia Chao, who was holding Feng Guang by the collar. He walked over a few steps, bent down, and placed the white kitten in Feng Guang's arms. He then patted her head and said slowly, "Don't let this cat run away again next time."
Feng Guang held the cat and said, "I will keep an eye on Xiao Xiuqiu. Even if it tries to run away, it will have to come to your house."
"Meow~" As if in agreement with her words, the little hydrangea meowed.
Shu Feng smiled, looking quite pleased.
"Let's go!" Xia Chao grabbed his daughter by the collar and carried her out.
Shu Feng stood quietly in the pavilion, watching their figures gradually disappear, and remained motionless for a long time.
Butler Fu, a middle-aged man, came over and said, "Young master, it's getting windy. You're not feeling well, so you should go back inside."
"Let me take another look." He coughed, covering his lips with a white handkerchief. When he removed it, the white handkerchief was stained with blood. He said calmly, "Tell Doctor Qi to increase my dosage."
"Young Master..."
"Do as I say."
Uncle Fu bowed his head. "Yes."
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