922 everyone's fine lady

Li Rong'er seemed to discern Xiao Yishan's thoughts. His temper flared up, and his already resolute facial features became even colder and more intimidating, truly frightening her. She couldn't help but shiveringly nod in agreement.

Xiao Yishan poured the sticky soil in the corner and turned his head to look at Su Qingyue, only to find her busy spreading out the herbs on her own medicine rack, completely ignoring him.

Looking at Li Rong'er's pitifully beautiful visage, and then at Su Qingyue's face, full of spots and with a dull complexion, he didn't understand why. Even though Rong'er was far more beautiful than Yue'er, he always felt that Yue'er was more captivating.

"Yue'er..." he called out to her.

She glanced at him, her manner distant and cold, "Second brother, do you need something?"

He looked at the weather, "It's hot outside, don't overheat."

"I won't, thank you for your concern, Second Brother."