She hurried over to Zhou Luchen's side with the birdcage.
"Taking a walk without his feathered treasure?"
"Feathered treasure?" Zhou Luchen smoothly pulled her to his side, his palm settling on her waist as they began to walk.
He whispered softly, "For Xiaozhang."
Xiaozhang turned around and took Queque.
Shen Jing watched Xiaozhang walk away. "How come your elder brother is such a loner, always by himself? During his time off, he's either taking walks or playing chess."
Zhou Luchen explained, "Aside from work, he doesn't socialize with friends from our circles."
While scions of aristocratic families squandered their days in revelry, Zhou Xiangqun had garnered countless achievements. Among his contemporaries, he was always the standout. It seemed unlikely that Zhou Xiangqun had no admirers. Perhaps he did, but the girls certainly knew better—a man like him couldn't be tamed without considerable cunning.
At this point, Shen Jing asked no more.
