Xiaoxiao happily gave Zhong Dalong a big hug and cooed, "My brother is always so good to me."
Zhong Dalong's mouth twitched in response. If he didn't spoil her, who would he spoil? He had only one sister; how could he not bear to part with his treasures for her? It hurt him to do so since he had just spent a good deal of money on a fine horse that he now handed over to that youngster, Yang Ming, at such a bargain.
"Who else would I spoil if not you? You're still like a child, just like when you were little. Alright, I'm heading out. Ask Mom to make you some meat dishes," Zhong Dalong said as he patted his sister's head and then left the room.
After Zhong Dalong left, Yang Ming's face darkened, "Wife, can you not hug other men in the future and just hug me?"
"..." Eh? Here goes the big vinegar jar overturning again, "But he's my brother!"
"But you're not the original person."
"..." Alright, he was right, but she was going to treat them as her family from now on.
