"Aren't the treehouse and Zhou'er well-behaved and sensible now? They even know how to take care of their younger brother." As she spoke, she glanced at Little Nuonuo, who was nestled in An Jiuyue's arms, dozing off.
In the afternoon, he ran wildly in the woods and later went hunting with his dad. Now, he's so tired that his eyes are squinting.
Probably, he can't even hear what they're talking about.
He talks about having a high cultivation level and being very powerful, but honestly, he's just meditating, and if you let him run, he can't keep up with the treehouse and Zhou'er.
But he is indeed quite little.
"Huh?"
Little Nuonuo perked up a bit upon hearing the word "younger brother."
