Vivi's voice echoed in the corridor of the main hall. Piercing, startling.
Ryan covered his daughter's mouth, afraid that her words would reach Si Yuheng's ears, but then slowly lowered his hand, his eyes deepened: "Don't worry, it's not just you, no one in Beiming Hall is willing to let an Asian woman with yellow skin and black hair be the Hall Master's wife."
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Beth said that when Xiaoxiao was carried back, Liang Anya was downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for Si Yuheng with her own hands.
When she learned that Xiaoxiao had just been carried back to her room, the ladle she was using to season the soup dropped in excitement, and she immediately ran back to her room, picked up the little glutinous rice dumpling and showered her with kisses, as if she had finally retrieved a lost treasure.
Beth laughed and reminded her: "Alright, alright, you'll have plenty of chances to shower her with love in the future, the Hall Master is still waiting for your breakfast."
