The little girl squatted in front of him and looked up at him. Her pomegranate-red lips were curved and bright, but there was concern in her eyes.
She was probably worried about him because she mentioned Youzhou and was afraid that he would think of those unhappy things in the past.
Zhou Ling's lips curled up slightly. "In that case, don't mention it in front of others."
Yu Youyao pursed her lips and changed the topic. "Cousin, when I return, I'll tell you about the flower festival."
Zhou Linghuai nodded. "Okay." After thinking about it for a while, he was still a little worried. He added, "There are too many people at the Flower Festival. With all the young misses gathered together, it's inevitable that there will be some conflict. Be careful."
Yu Youyao clenched her fists. "Cousin, don't worry about me. Who would go against a growing child like me? I'm just going through the motions to broaden my horizons. I'm not going to cause trouble."
