"I'm sorry, Xiaoying, that's not what I meant... Your ducks are beautifully embroidered... Those who didn't know better thought they were two mandarin ducks... mandarin ducks..."

Xiaoying couldn't bear it anymore and cried "Wow" without clearing the dishes, turned around and left crying.

Tie Shi's body seemed to be pricked with burrs, and he stood there in a daze, looking at Xiao Ying's back.

"Did I say the wrong thing? Did I praise the wrong thing?"

He looked at the fan pendant blankly and quickly put it down.

"I don't need a fan either. What kind of fan pendant do I need..."

——

In the living room of the Ling family, Feng Chenglin was walking around anxiously like an ant on a hot pot.

His short, stubby figure was shrouded in brocade clothes, and he looked like a round ball. From a distance, he looked like a roly-poly.

He is Ling Luoyu's schoolmate at the academy, and he is also the only person in the academy who does not bully her.

When he saw Ling Luoyu, he rolled over like a ball.

Really go away.

When crossing the threshold, he stepped on his lapel and fell, rolling down the steps to Ling Luoyu's feet.

Seven or eight maids struggled to pull him up.

Seeing his bruised nose and swollen face, Ling Luoyu looked disgusted.

"Fat Feng... Even if you haven't seen me for a while, you wouldn't give me such a big gift when you meet me, right?! Also, you are really promising... It's just a fall on the stairs, how can you be so bruised and swollen?"

!”

Feng Chenglin cried and hugged Ling Luoyu: "Third Young Master, you must save me, otherwise I will die..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly raised his foot and kicked him in the stomach, blocking him one meter away.

"We haven't seen each other for a while, but there's no need to be so close...keep your distance!"

Feng Chenglin threw his nose and tears on Ling Luoyu's boots.

"Third Master Ling, for the sake of seeing our classmate for five years, you have to help me no matter what you say this time..."

The five years that Feng Chenglin and her classmates lived were five years of necessity.

In the past five years, their former classmates have all advanced to senior grades. Only the two of them are still in the junior class, learning the most basic Chinese studies with a group of ten-year-old children.

In view of their dandy natures of spending three days fishing and two days drying nets, Master reserved a vacant position for them and did not bother to discipline them.

"Don't cry yet...have something to say! I hate it when men cry!"

Feng Chenglin was very aggrieved: "Don't you... also cry a lot? And you cry more than I do... When did I tell you that you were wrong? When did I not lend you my shoulder to cry on...

…”

He was telling the truth. When the two of them were in the academy, they were often bullied by senior fellow students. Ling Luoyu often cried on Feng Chenglin's shoulder.

Ling Luoyu retracted his foot: "Then tell me, what happened? You are so desperate for life and death!"

"It's not that I want to live or die, but someone is forcing me to die..."

Feng Chenglin sobbed and wiped away his tears.

"Third Young Master, do you have anything to eat? I've been crying for so long...I'm hungry..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Aren’t you feeling impatient? Why are you still feeling hungry?!

"Um...prepare some refreshments for Master Feng..."

The girls agreed, and soon a table of cakes was delivered.

Feng Chenglin was not polite. He sat down and started eating. It wasn't until Hu had eaten half of the cakes that he had eaten, then he drank a pot of tea and burped.

"Third Master Ling, didn't you lend me ten gold coins before? Give it back to me now..."
Chapter completed!