"You little punk!" Yang Xiayun was furious. Does this brat have any decency?
"Whatâs decency? You canât eat it." As if knowing what she was about to say, Yangyang said disdainfully, "Besides, does a little kid like me have anything to do with decency?"
After saying that, he patted Yang Xiayun and then walked over to Luo Linhao, raising his eyebrows, "Iâve brought the person to you, make sure to seize the moment."
"Pfft..." Luo Linhao couldnât hold back and almost burst out laughing. Seize the moment â does he think Iâm going to do something?
"Iâm leaving now, so I donât interrupt you." He then said, "But, uncle, remember to find me next time for such a good deal. Iâll give you a discount: you can have two fewer gems on the dagger."
Saying this, he arrogantly walked away, still saying, "This feeling of getting rich is really nice. This dagger is truly a treasure. Later, if I pawn it, I can buy Mu Huaen and Yueyue the two little idiots a pearl flower..."
Luo Linhao covered his face; could this kid really be seven years old?
Yang Xiayun saw he wasnât paying attention and thought about slipping away. She bent down, ready to sneak around the flower bed when a hand seized her.
"Even though Iâm dark-skinned, Iâm not blind. Trying to run?" Luo Linhaoâs voice sounded a bit eerie, his gaze too was sinister, "I heard you despise me for being dark-skinned?"
"No, no!" Yang Xiayun quickly waved her hand, "Haha, whoâs been gossiping like that? Thatâs completely untrue. How could I say such a thing?"
"Really?" Luo Linhao continued coolly, "I heard Iâm too dark, and youâre worried youâll lose me when the lights go off in the bridal chamber?"
Yang Xiayun was speechless. Now she could be sure that Yangyang had sold her out completely.
"Thatâs all Yangyangâs nonsense." Yang Xiayun raised one hand awkwardly, "It wasnât me who said that, really, I swear."
"Hey, auntie, why are you like this?" Behind a cluster of chrysanthemums in the flower bed peeked a little head, staring at the two with dissatisfaction, "Clearly, itâs what you said â how can you blame me? Uncle, if you donât believe me, you can ask aunt and my mom."
Now it was Luo Linhaoâs turn to blacken his face. Luckily he didnât do anything else, or the child might have spied on everything.
"Why are you still here?"
Yangyang scratched his head, a bit unnaturally saying, "Iâm just afraid you guys might fight, always ready to mediate."
He would absolutely not tell uncle that he was actually hiding to learn some tricks, intending to see how auntie sweet-talks uncle so he could learn and someday sweet-talk that silly girl Mu Huaen.
Luo Linhaoâs mouth twitched; he would have to be a ghost to believe him.
"You can leave now!"
"Haha, Iâm leaving, Iâm leaving!" Yangyang jumped out of the flower bed, still with some petals on his head, comically funny.
But he walked a few steps, still had to look back.
Seeing this, Luo Linhao feared he might try to sneak a peek again, so he picked up Yang Xiayun and left the place.
And Yangyang, finding them gone, went gloomily to find Lele.
"Let go of me, Yangyangâs gone." The maleâs masculinity made Yang Xiayunâs face redden and her heartbeat quicken.
Luo Linhaoâs eyes flashed, and he took out a luminous pearl from his arms, saying, "Keep this with you!"
"Why give me a luminous pearl?" Yang Xiayun asked, puzzled.
"Of course, itâs for the bridal chamber." Luo Linhao said without much warmth, "With this, the whole room will be bright; you definitely wonât have to worry about losing someone in the bridal chamber."