Who is it coming?
A little girl wearing a goose-yellow dress, adorned with a longevity lock, and her hair styled in twin loops, bounced in like a lively rabbit, extremely mischievous.
Who else could it be but Jing Shu?
This little rascal!
Jun Ning coughed twice and looked at Jing Shu.
Jing Shu walked up to Jun Ning, grabbed his hand, and cheerfully asked, "Yi Yi, do you think it's okay?"
"What do you think?" Jun Ning freed one hand and flicked Jing Shu's forehead, reminding her, "Ah Yu is your little uncle, you can't bully him without regard for seniority."
"Ouch!" Jing Shu rubbed the spot on her forehead where she was flicked, "So what if he's my little uncle? As long as he's around my age, I can beat him."
"Would you dare to say that to your mother, the consort?" Jun Ning asked meaningfully.
Jing Shu snorted and eagerly headed towards Jun Yu. Surprisingly, Jun Yu did not dodge, allowing Jing Shu to approach and tentatively pat his face to wake him up.
