If I don't beat you, then I'm letting down my ancestors.

Xu Wencong teared up as he rose early.

Xu Jinyu and Xu Linlang were already waiting there.

Xu Wencong had always looked down on them.

But at this moment, seeing them standing on either side of Zhang Xiaoying and looking very close to her, he couldn't help feeling a bit sour.

"Nanny, I'm here," he walked up to Zhang Xiaoying with a wronged expression, tugging at her clothes, "where are you taking me?"

Only then did Zhang Xiaoying lower her head to look at him, frowning at the sight, "Change your clothes, don't wear this set!"

This outfit, of the scholar style, would make Xu Wencong appear dashing and suave if he were a bit older, but being still a child, it seemed rather inappropriate and was also inconvenient for movement.

"Why? Didn't you always like me dressed this way before?" Xu Wencong pouted, "Am I still not your favorite grandchild?"

Zhang Xiaoying admitted that Xu Wencong indeed had some cunning tricks up his sleeve—look, wasn't he pretending to be pitiable?