Li Yuzhu laughed, "An empty basket is not heavy at all."
The Second Young Master Li patted her on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Third Sister, if Third Brother doesn't carry the basket for you, he will be scolded by Big Brother. You should understand him."
In other words, Li Xing'an wasn't really worried about Li Yuzhu; he was just afraid of being scolded by the Princely Heir.
Li Xing'an got angry, "Second Brother, you scoundrel! You're judging others by your own low standards!"
"Shh, don't quarrel. Who's coming?" Second Young Master Li suddenly tugged on Li Xing'an's arm and whispered.
Everyone looked in the direction he indicated.
It was Mu Yuanxiu.
He was carrying a basket on his back and holding a bow and arrows, coming along another path, heading down the mountain.
Li Xing'an immediately retreated backward and whispered, "Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Sister, let's run!"
Li Yuzhu was speechless. They had agreed to act nonchalantly, so why had they forgotten?
