"Fourteen?" Yaoyao was not the only one caught off guard—even Hexin and Yuan You were surprised.
"He doesn't look that age. He's so skinny and small. Almost the same as Hean," commented Yuan You. "If you hadn't told us, I would have thought he was eleven or twelve."
"He really is fourteen. He looks so scrawny probably because he's often starving and doesn't always get to eat, which caused his malnutrition." Bao Yu explained.
"If that's the case, his situation doesn't seem so strange." Hexin nodded.
Yaoyao picked up an apple from the table. She took a bite and asked, "What are you planning to do with him next? We can't just let him follow you around."
There was a flash in Bao Yu's eyes as she suddenly leaned in close to Yaoyao's ear and whispered, "What do you think if I let him become my family's adopted son-in-law, Princess Yaoyao?"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Yaoyao choked on the apple and began coughing violently.
