December.
The wind on Hong Kong Island has turned cold.
The grand wedding from a few years ago is still a topic of conversation, and there's now a three-year-old Little Princess at the Xu Mansion.
Her personality is as lively as Xu Si's, yet she resembles a noble lady raised in British style.
Butler Ge dressed Little Princess Xu Zhuo in the thickest and softest autumn cotton jacket and sent her to the best preschool in Hong Kong.
It was just two hours in.
The phone at home rang, it was a call from the school's administration office.
Pei Zhen was looking at a report from abroad, picked up the phone, and was immediately asked by the administration office to come to school to pick up a child, saying that Xu Zhuozhuo had beaten up a chubby boy to tears.
Pei Zhen was momentarily stunned and almost immediately stood up from the sofa, grabbed the coat beside him, and hurried out the door.
