Yu Shaoqing looked at his daughter holding his hand and felt a warmth in his heart. "…Okay."
Little Bruiser spread his hands. "What's so good about it? Sis, if you bring any man home, be careful that Mom beats you up!"
Yu Wan flicked him.
Yu Shaoqing had his own warhorse. Yu Wan rented a carriage and asked Little Bruiser who he was sitting with.
"Of course I'm with my sister!" Little Bruiser said without hesitation. When the carriage really left, he could not help but glance at the tall and mighty warhorse.
Yu Shaoqing, who was on the warhorse, was wearing dark green armor. Under the scorching sun, the armor emitted faint cold light. His figure was burly and his aura was powerful. That horse was not the horse that Little Bruiser usually saw. Instead, it was a warhorse that had really bathed in blood on the battlefield. It exuded the aura of a tiger and a wolf, looking extremely majestic.
