"Qiaoqiao…" Qiao Zhongbang was about to ask his daughter about the situation at Long Gate Inn, but to his surprise, his daughter did not look at him at all and turned around and ran off with her uncle.
"Alright, alright, Qiaoqiao, slow down." As Qiao Zhongxing was pushed down to the stone stool on the side, he looked at his niece's solemn and taut face with amusement.
"Second Uncle, can you help me buy a large quantity of supplies?" Regrettably, her arms and legs were frankly too tiny, so some seemingly simple things were difficult to do at her current age.
Qiao Zhongxing was startled. "Qiaoqiao, you want to buy things? You want to buy…"
