Zhi clapped his hands: "Yes!" He and Kun exchanged glances and both burst into laughter, as if they had reached a mutual understanding!
"What about your mother if you go to war?" Tong Xihua pouted, "Isn't she very pitiful."
Zhi froze, then looked towards Xiqiu, who was bowing her head and sewing a cloak on her hands. Hearing this, she lifted her head to look at Zhi, and very seriously raised her eyebrows, as if to say, indeed, Twelfth Aunt is right, if you go to war, what about me?
"My mother?" Zhi finally showed a troubled expression: "Then I'll take her with me!"
This time, Xiqiu couldn't help but burst into laughter, just about to speak when suddenly Lyuzhi hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in, her face looking a bit strange: "Madam!" Xiqiu looked at her and asked, "What's the matter?"
