Looking at Uncle Li Bai with a look of utter despair,
Zhao Rong held back his laughter.
He glanced at Zhao Qian'er beside him.
The little girl already burst into laughter, "Uncle Li Bai, pfft—it does look a bit like him..."
Her eyes curved into crescents, revealing two small canines as she saw someone approaching from the distance and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Zhao Rong glared at her and tugged at her soft hand.
Zhao Qian'er didn't show any sign of irritation or embarrassment at having her confident assertion overturned so quickly.
She laughed merrily, swinging the hand that Zhao Rong held.
The sword-bearing man's face grew even darker.
The little girl tried hard to suppress her laughter and cooed to Li Bai in a slightly wheedling tone:
"Hehe, come on Uncle Li Bai, don't be mad, this time Qian'er was a bit in the wrong. I was careless and didn't expect someone to really mistake you, um, standing with us, you do resemble a servant somewhat."
