A little boy with a curious expression ran up to Cheng Ziang, looking up at him with big, bright eyes full of curiosity.
"Are you brother's guest?" The little boy hesitated for a moment, then pointed at him and asked.
Faced with this, Cheng Ziang couldn't help but smile, but before he could speak, a maid who was out of breath ran up to them, bowed respectfully, and said, "Young Master, don't run around the mansion, you might bump into others."
Noticing Cheng Ziang, she quickly added, "Young Master, don't point at guests like that, it's very rude. Remember how the Young Mansion taught you."
Hearing the maid's words, the little boy blinked, then withdrew his hand and took a step back, bowing politely and saying, "I'm sorry, guest."
"Oh, there's no need for that," Cheng Ziang, at a loss, waved his hands helplessly.
Hun Jiansi, standing nearby, not only didn't help but instead laughed maliciously.
