The child, feeling wronged, hid in Qiao Lian's arms and dared not make a sound. Previously, he was the family's Demon Lord of Mayhem; whenever his sister dared to bully him, he would cry out, and without distinguishing who was right or wrong, his mother would beat his sister. But now, the situation had clearly reversed. The whole family depended on his sister to get by, so he no longer dared to act out.
Jing Shu had a headache. If this continued, it really would seem like they were here to freeload. She had no choice but to step in.
"Uncle, please don't go to any trouble. We really had breakfast before coming. And please don't bother making anything; it's too much fuss. You all go ahead and eat. After the meal, there's something I'd like to ask you," Jing Shu said.
Hearing that Jing Shu's group really wasn't going to eat and that they had business, Uncle didn't say anything further. "Alright then, we'll eat first and talk afterwards."
