At this time, Wang Sisi and Wang Xiaojin had not yet boarded the carriage.

"Oh, I'm so lucky. It must be because of my filial piety that moved God and the owner of the Bookstore for a time, that made me ask for this lonely note left by the great scholar of the previous dynasty."

She deliberately wandered around in front of Wang Sisi, and Wang Sisi was so angry that she felt so painful.

This gaudy little bitch actually asked for ancient books!

She wanted to keep a smile on her face, but the fingernails holding Wang Xiaojin in her sleeve were pinching her wrist skin tightly.

Wang Xiaojin's arms trembled in pain, and he almost couldn't help but scream.

Subconsciously bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

Jiuer, who was walking to the opposite side of the nearby street, saw that Wang Sisi and Wang Xiaojin were in a bad state at first sight. He frowned slightly and pulled Yue'er over immediately.

Miss Zhang was pretending to say, "Sister Sisi, why don't your sister speak? She looks unhappy?"

He turned to Wang Xiaojin again, glanced up and down, obviously not taking Wang Xiaojin seriously.

"Sister Wang, why don't you call me Sister Zhang, and I'll go in and help you ask for ancient books? Hahahahaha~"

This statement was a very shame to Wang Sisi.

So Wang Xiaojin's wrist was in trouble again under the sleeves.

Suddenly, "Xiao Jin, how old are you? You still want your sister to hold your hand on the street. Are you shy? ~"

Caught out of control, Jiuer walked over with a smile, and her fingers seemed to poke a certain acupoint on Wang Sisi's waist unintentionally through her clothes, and half of Wang Sisi's body felt numb.

The arm that secretly pinched Wang Xiaojin was uncontrollably relaxed.

Jiuer rescued Wang Xiaojin's pitiful little hand.

Before Wang Sisi and the Zhang family could react, Wang Xiaojin almost cried when he heard a familiar voice.
Chapter completed!