"Jiujiu, did Uncle Xiaoqi praise you and ask you to keep it as a secret, not allowing you to talk about him causing you to wrestle?"
Huaizheng held his teacup, subtly fishing for information.
Jiujiu, unaware of these convoluted tactics, nodded without thinking upon her handsome grandfather's inquiry.
Praising her beauty was naturally a way to coax her into not telling the adults at home.
Otherwise, given the extent to which Old Yan as well as Huaizheng dote on Jiujiu, if Xiaoqi hurt the little princess by making her wrestle, they would punish him until he couldn't even cry.
Unfortunately, Jiujiu is a shallow thinker, expecting her to keep any secret is as hard as reaching the sky.
Lu Fengxuan smiled and shook her head, silently mourning for Xiaoqi for three seconds in her heart.
Xiaoqi, who was training at home, suddenly sneezed several times uncontrollably, his nose tickling.
He rubbed it and frowned, muttering: "Which idiot is cursing me behind my back?!"
