"Pick up Xiaobai."
As soon as Leng Sichen's words fell, Xia Yuxun's face immediately darkened, and she wished she could sweep him away with a broom right then and there.
He hadn't brought it up for a long time, and with the recent flurry of activity, she had nearly forgotten about it.
Seeing the girl glaring straight at him, biting off the dog's-tail grass in her mouth forcefully, looking like she might pounce at any moment, Leng Sichen gently lifted his hand to pick a rose poking out from the yard and calmly said, "Want to drive me out with a broom?"
Xia Yuxun paused, "...Does this guy have mind-reading powers?"
"Your wings are not yet full. You are not yet in a position to contend with me. I advise you not to do that," Leng Sichen earnestly analyzed.
