Wufu got into her own carriage, leaning softly against the welcoming pillow inside. Xiao Qi considerately took out some tea from the warming nest and handed it to her, frowning, seemingly displeased with her drinking so much.
"Neither of them are good people!"
Xiao Qi's amber eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, holding a grudge against Song Wei and Zhao Mingjun, who drank with his master.
"Kid, don't mimic others' frowns." Wufu stretched out her finger and tapped his brow.
"Red." Xiao Qi pointed at her face.
Wufu smiled: "It's okay, Xiao Qi, you'll drink when you're grown up, too."
He would never drink; he had tasted it before, given by those Chi, and it was awful.
Seeing his disdainful look, Wufu laughed again: "You'll understand in the future. Sometimes, wine is a good thing."
Xiao Qi turned his face away, and suddenly his body stiffened. He retreated to the carriage door, lifted the curtain, crouching with an attack posture, vigilantly observing the surroundings.
