The little one turned her head and saw Feng Fuce frowning slightly as he walked quickly towards her. Bai Zhi’er hurriedly rushed over and hugged Feng Fuce’s arm. "Brother Fu Ce, don’t be sad. I heard that the Xiuluo Guard was burned down. It’s okay, I’ll ask my dad to give you more silver so you can rebuild your home." Feng Fuce pressed his lips together and glanced down at the little one. Then Feng Fuce bent down and picked her up into his arms. "You shouldn’t be here now. Let’s talk inside." Bai Zhi’er blinked her innocent eyes. She was just about to turn her head to wave goodbye to the two Xiu Luo Envoys carrying the tree. But Feng Fuce pinched her chubby cheeks, making it difficult for her to turn her head. "Brother Fu Ce, why won’t you let me see!" the little one complained softly. Feng Fuce took her inside before saying calmly, "Too many things were destroyed in the fire. I’m afraid you’ll be upset if you see it and start crying. Whose fault would that be?" He placed the little one on the ground. Bai Zhi’er put her small hands on her hips, looking defiant: "I’m already four and a half years old; I won’t cry so easily!" Feng Fuce let out a chuckle. The little one looked around: "Where is Brother Chu Ping? I heard he got hurt. I want to see him." Chu Ping and Guoguo are in the side room of the backyard, healing their wounds. If Bai Zhi’er goes, she’ll definitely see the courtyard full of bandaged orange trees. Or, maybe now is the time to tell Bai Zhi’er who Brother Juzi really is. The young man stared for a moment, then squatted down to be at eye level with the little one. "Bai Zhi’er, you..." he just started speaking. The little one interrupted unhappily: "Brother Fu Ce!" Feng Fuce was taken aback: "What’s wrong?" The little one pouted: "I call you Brother Fu Ce, why don’t you call me Sister Zhi’er? Why use my full name?" Feng Fuce’s icy gaze froze, then he looked away: "Can’t get it out." Bai Zhi’er poked his shoulder with her small finger: "If you don’t call me that, I’ll keep calling you the big bad guy." Feng Fuce parted his lips, attempting: "Zhi..." He gritted his teeth, finally giving up: "I won’t say it." Bai Zhi’er puffed out her cheeks: "Repeat after me, Zhi~er~Mei~mei~" Feng Fuce frowned: "Can’t I not say it?" "No way! Otherwise, I won’t talk to Brother Fu Ce anymore, hmph!" the little one insisted firmly. Feng Fuce closed his cold eyes. "Zhi’er..." he complied. The little one tilted her head, her big eyes blinking: "Where are the words ’Mei Mei’?" Feng Fuce stood up, resolutely said: "Won’t say ’Mei Mei,’ not used to it." Newest update provıded by novel•fire.net Bai Zhi’er’s long lashes fluttered: "Oh... that works! By the way, Brother Fu Ce, what were you about to tell me?" As he was about to confess, Chu Ping’s voice came from around the corner, causing Feng Fuce to furrow his brows with displeasure. "Marquis! I must ask for credit for someone on your behalf!" Everyone turned to look, only to see Chu Ping limping over. Guoguo followed beside him, his right hand bandaged, and his left hand still trying to stop Chu Ping. "Don’t tell him! I don’t care about any reward!" Bai Zhi’er widened her watery eyes: "Brother Chu Ping, Guoguo, are you both injured?" Upon seeing the little one, Chu Ping immediately beamed with a smile. "So the Princess is here too." He glanced over and saw Qingmei beside her, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "Xiao Mei~ you came to see me too?" Qingmei coughed lightly: "Came with the Princess to check on you. Are you okay?" Chu Ping thumped his chest, full of bravado: "Of course, a little injury is nothing to me."