Just after taking two steps, she started swaying. Qin Miaomiao grew a little panicked and immediately yelled:
"Little Sixth! Little Seventh! Help!"
Little Sixth and Little Seventh rushed over, looking at the scene, holding back their laughter while forcing themselves to appear serious.
"Young Madam, we'll 'protect you from the sidelines'!"
"Yes, we wouldn't dare snatch you away from Young Master Lu."
Qin Miaomiao glared at the two of them: "Little Sixth, Little Seventh, how dare you gloat over my misfortune? Just you wait!"
She had just finished her threat when Lu Qing's steps wobbled particularly badly. Qin Miaomiao hastily screamed, "Don't go that way, that's a wall!"
"Ah, over there is the pond! You're about to fall in!"
"Lu Qing, Young Master Lu, Lu Shen! My dear ancestor, I'm begging you, okay? Put me down already!"
But Lu Qing clung on stubbornly, stiffening his neck. "No. Wife, I'm carrying you home."
Carry her home like this? She'd definitely die on the way!
