Xiao Taohong sighed emotionally, "The Mistress is so lucky to have a man who treats her so well in this world."
At this moment, Little Tiger's appearance is that of a child. Standing next to Xiao Taohong, their heights are about the same, looking like four or five-year-olds.
Little Tiger casually placed his small hand on Xiao Taohong's shoulder and said naturally, "Don't worry, I'll treat you just as well."
"The Mistress and the War Prince are truly a match made in heaven—both so handsome and beautiful, a hero and a beauty together, envied by all."
"What's there to envy? We'll be just the same in the future."
"Mm!"
The two of them stared blankly at Xuexue and Long Rui exchanging blows in their duel, subconsciously saying silly things.
As they talked, Xiao Taohong started feeling something wasn't right, but she couldn't pinpoint it for a moment.
