, Mingyang saw the little girl's tear-streaked face and couldn't bear it. He stuffed a large drumstick he had just bought from the street into her hand: "Don't worry, with me around, your young mistre.... You and Qi’er haven't seen each other in ages, have a good chat.” Xiao Madam softened her heart, knowing Chu Tianqi’s intentions, and she was very much in favor. If Ge’er wouldn’t be their daughter...