The little girl was quite mischievous. As soon as she jumped out, she covered her face and pretended she was only just discovered by Xia Chuan, shaking her head and making silly sounds.
"Hahaha, it's broad daylight and you're sneaking out from Star-picking Hall in a Black Feather Cover. If your mom finds out, you're going to get punished again."
Seeing his niece being so quirky, Xia Chuan couldn't help but laugh and stepped forward to pick her up.
Noticing the small black cloak casually tossed on the ground behind the seat, Xia Chuan shook his head slightly, bent down, and picked it up.
"This cloak is something many people in the camp yearn for, yet you just nonchalantly throw it on the ground. You'll regret it when your mom confiscates it."
Hearing her mother mentioned twice, Xia Yuyao was obviously not thrilled, turned her head away with a huff, then her eyes darted around, and she turned back and said:
