The windowsill was a bit high, but Xiaojiu was a clever child. He moved a flowerpot to step on, braced himself with both hands on the windowsill, hoisted one of his short legs up, and with a slip, he was on top of it.
Huangfu Xian looked at a certain little mushroom with a face full of disdain.
Completely unaware of being disdained, the little mushroom on the windowsill turned around, aimed his little bottom at Huangfu Xian, and slid down smoothly.
This place was too high, and jumping down could lead to injury, so this was the only way down.
Huangfu Xian, watching that little bottom nearly bump into his face, exerted a great deal of effort to suppress the impulse to poke it out of the window.
Once on the ground, Xiaojiu turned around and once again greeted Huangfu Xian politely, "Little brother!"
Huangfu Xian grunted.
Ordinary people would have thought Huangfu Xian very annoying and wayward by now, but Xiaojiu didn't feel that way at all.