It was just a childish face with a slightly raised head and a little bit of pride, which fascinated Mo Qingqing. I remember that he glared at the three girls so viciously that they all started crying. Except Mo Qingqing. She clutched her green backpack tightly, biting her red lips, and responded to his provocative look stubbornly and forcefully.
Aunt Cui eagerly pressed Mo Qingqing's head down, wiped away the tears of the other two girls with her rough and broad hands, and said repeatedly: "Stupid girls, why don't you hurry up and call someone, Second Young Master."
Both girls had grimaces on their faces and shouted in a sullen voice: "Second Young Master."
Only Mo Qingqing was as bright as bathing in the spring breeze, and she shouted with a smile: "Second Young Master."
As if he knew that this girl was difficult to deal with, Lu Chenjue snorted from his nose, tilted his head and turned away from these strange girls.
Aunt Cui led everyone in the opposite direction to Lu Chenjue. Mo Qingqing turned around from time to time to take a look at the bullying young master. His back was thin and lonely. For a moment, I felt a sore nose, and I didn't know why I wanted to cry.
Thinking that we were just teenagers back then, Mo Qingqing had a strange fondness for the most eccentric young master of the Lu family.