The Harmless Little Nephew
Liang Yule looked at Lu Yixun, who had suddenly started crying. She was at a loss. Clearly, she did not understand why Lu Yixun had suddenly started crying.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Liang Yule's small brows were tightly furrowed, and her voice was soft." Lord Small Tower and the others don't hate Sister!
Perhaps... Perhaps Lord Small Tower and the others don't even know who you are, so how could they hate you?"
Whether it was intentional or not, Liang Yule's tone was surprisingly similar to Lu Yixun's.
Lu Yixun, who had been sobbing, was stunned. She did not expect Liang Yule to say something so embarrassing.
In an instant, Lu Yixun's face turned slightly pink from embarrassment.
"Is, is that so? Then, then I really misunderstood. I'm sorry."
Lu Yixun wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief as she forced a smile and apologized sincerely.