Bai Yaoyu immediately frowned.
Since when did this Marquis Wan become so warm-hearted!
Zhi'er blinked her big, watery eyes and looked up with her little face, saying: "Third Brother, you don't need to see me off."
"Go find a few doctors and have them treat Uncle's injury well!"
Bai Yaoyu nodded: "Don't worry, then are you coming tomorrow, do you want Third Brother to pick you up?"
The little one shook her head: "I'll come by myself!"
Afterward, Bai Yaoyu lifted Zhi'er onto the carriage.
The little one stuck her small head out of the window and waved to him.
The wheels slowly turned, rolling over the bluestone road and leaving.
On the way back to the palace, Feng Fuce took a date from the table and held it in the palm of his hand.
He looked cold and calm in his eyes.
In fact, he was thinking.
How should he say it, to coax this little one into eating it?
At that moment, Feng Fuce heard several soft sobs.
He turned his head down to look.
