Zhongli Ting was observant. Noticing Ruhuahua’s sudden distress, he lowered his gaze toward her and asked in a low voice, "What is it? Do you not like it here?"
It was true; Wei Ling was a man of coarse sensibilities. He had never been married, nor was he particularly close to the sisters in his own family, so he had no concept of a young girl’s preferences. Even Zhongli Ting felt the place was a bit drab.
"It’s not that I don’t like it..." Ruhuahua felt a sting in her nose. She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stay calm, and whispered, "Brother, I will be a good girl from now on."
Chapter 58