Li Xiaoqiang heard Tang Xiaomei's words and stretched out his hand, touching the back of his head sheepishly as he said, "That girl, it's your brothers who asked me to come. I didn't want to, but they insisted on dragging me here."
Sitting by the fire, Tang Xiaomei's face became clearer to Li Xiaoqiang at that moment. Her cheeks were somewhat plump and round, like those of a porcelain doll, very pretty.
Tang Xiaomei turned her head and glared at her brothers, "Let him go, seeing him just irritates me."
Hearing Tang Xiaomei's words, they became even more certain of their suspicions that there must be something fishy between Tang Xiaomei and this Mu Zi brother.
What Tang Xiaomei said sounded like the complaints of a resentful wife toward her husband.
Tang Xiaomei's eldest brother stared at her and said, "Little sister, look how dark the sky is. If Mu Zi brother walks alone, it'll surely be very dangerous."
