The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

"Xiaoxiao, are you okay? I didn't know Jiaying would suddenly come here to make trouble. When I heard the housekeeper say that, I hurried over, but I didn't expect to be a step too late!"

Huang Jiahui seemed both annoyed and helpless.

He was really helpless about having such a sister, but his parents doted on her very much and would not let her suffer any grievances. Huang Jiahui couldn't discipline her even if he wanted to on behalf of his parents.

Ling Xiao shrugged indifferently, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said to Huang Jiaying outside, "I'm fine, but your sister might be in trouble, why don't you comfort her first!"

Seeing Huang Jiahui in such an embarrassed state, Ling Xiao felt a little unhappy but didn't know what to say.

"Huang Jiaying, come here!"

This time Huang Jiahui was really angry. Seeing that Huang Jiaying didn't come over, he took two steps forward, grabbed Huang Jiaying's arm and pulled him in.

"Huang Jiahui, what are you doing? You're hurting me. Let me go. I'm going to call Daddy and Mommy and have them return to China to deal with you. You all bully me and don't love me. I'm going to tell Mommy!"

"Huang Jiaying, shut up!"

Huang Jiahui had really had enough. He shouted loudly, and the tears that Huang Jiaying had not yet shed were instantly forced back.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never seen her brother be so mean to her. She stood there in a daze for a moment and even forgot to cry.

"Come here and apologize to me!"

Huang Jiaying was still standing there in a daze, not saying a word or moving, looking terrified. Ling Xiao was about to step forward and say something to help, but before she could open her mouth, Mr. Fu's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Jiaying? Why are you here so early in the morning? The housekeeper said you want my guest to move out. Is that true?"

Mr. Fu's voice was intimidating without him being angry. Huang Jiaying, who had been standing there in a daze without crying, suddenly burst into tears at this moment.

"Wow uncle, no, no, this is Abao's house, how can we let outsiders live here? Abao will be unhappy if he knows. I can't let outsiders come here and disturb Abao!"

Ling Xiao didn't know who Abao was, but he knew who the house belonged to, and he could also guess that it was the name of Mr. Fu's deceased daughter.

She thought that Huang Jiaying was just a big-breasted, brainless, stupid beauty, but it turns out she is not. She still has brains. She even thought of a way out before coming here to question him.

However, she didn’t know whether the retreat she had thought of would work, because Ling Xiao found that Huang Jiahui’s face looked even uglier than before.

Just as ugly as Huang Jiahui was Lan Qing who followed closely behind him.

Even Lan Qing's expression was uglier than Huang Jiahui's.

Lan Qing came in and first glanced at Huang Jiahui, then looked at Huang Jiaying.

He said in a deep voice: "I thought you didn't know that this is Abao's house, but it turns out you knew. Now that you know why you came to your uncle's place last year and made a scene, you insisted on moving into this building.

Your uncle coaxed you for a few days and bought you a limited edition sports car before he let go of the matter. I just told you to give up on it, but I didn't expect you to become even more out of control. I really spoiled you.

Sister Zhao, bring the young lady back to me. She is not allowed to step into this place without my order!"

"Uncle, big brother..."

She looked at Mr. Fu and Huang Jiahui as if for help, but before she could say anything, Lan Qing suddenly hummed, and then continued in an even deeper voice.

"What? You don't understand what I said? Or do you need me to say it again in Mandarin?"

If there is anyone that Huang Jiaying is afraid of, it is his aunt Lan Qing.

Before retiring, Lan Qing was a professor at the University of Hong Kong. Huang Jiaying, who was a poor student, had a natural fear of Lan Qing like a mouse seeing a cat.

It would be fine if Lan Qing didn't get angry. If Lan Qing had a cold face, Huang Jiaying would have been silent in an instant no matter how much he quarreled.

"Jiaying doesn't dare, aunt, don't be angry, Jiaying just leave!"

Ling Xiao didn't hear Huang Jiaying burst into tears until they were quite far away.

In an instant, Ling Xiao's admiration for Lan Qing soared to the limit.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm so sorry. She's the only girl in the family and she's been spoiled. Please don't be offended!"

Facing Ling Xiao, Lan Qing's expression immediately relaxed and he revealed a gentle and peaceful smile.

"How could that be? She probably doesn't want us to disturb her sister. It's us who are embarrassed. We shouldn't live here. Uncle Fu, Aunt Lan, why don't we move to a hotel?"

No matter what, this is their daughter's house. Even if she has never lived there, it is not good after all. It feels like taking away someone else's love.

"Nonsense! How can you stay in a hotel when you are home? Just stay here with peace of mind. This house will be yours from now on. This is your home in Hong Kong. Don't ever say such nonsense again!"

"Auntie Lan...Okay, I'll listen to you, Auntie Lan. I'll go upstairs to change my clothes first, and then come down to have breakfast with you!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you out front!"

After Mr. Fu took Lan Qing away, Huang Jiahui apologized sincerely again.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm really sorry for encountering such a terrible thing so early in the morning. I promise that something like this will never happen again!"

"Mr. Huang, it's really okay. I can understand your sister's feelings!"

"Huh? You're calling me Mr. Huang again. Didn't we agree to call me Jiahui?"

"Uh……"

Ling Xiao was still struggling over how to start the conversation when a thin windbreaker was suddenly draped over his shoulders.

Then the man was wrapped in Lu Xun's windbreaker.

Without waiting for Ling Xiao to speak, Lu Xun spoke quickly.

"Okay, Jiahui, please go back. We need to change clothes and wash up. It would be better for Jiahui to go back and change clothes. We won't see Jiahui off. Jiahui, take care!"

The four ghost messengers were wearing beach clothes and holding coconuts while sitting on the sofa and watching the show.

B smacked his lips and said, "Is he jealous?"

C said impatiently, "Is it necessary to ask if it's so obvious?"

A took out 100 million ghost notes: "Brothers, do you want to make a bet that he falls in love with Ling Xiao?"

C rolled his eyes at him with disdain: "Do we even need to gamble? Anyone with eyes can see that he's tempted!"

A thought about it and added another 100 million: "How about betting on whether the two of them can be together? One to two!"

Bing immediately became interested: "Interesting, I bet, I bet they won't be together, the Taoist priest is here to experience the calamity, he wants to be immortal and ascend to become an immortal, how can he be bound by love? Even if he is tempted, he can restrain himself!"

A disagreed: "Okay, then I'll bet that they will be together. What is love in this world? It makes people pledge to each other for life and death. How many people in this world can escape the word love?"

B: "Treasure your property and stay away from gambling!"

Ding: "Brother, can I bet 50 million that they will be together?"

Watching Huang Jiahui leave with a strange look on his face, Ling Xiao was about to break free from Lu Xun's embrace, but before he could do so, Lu Xun suddenly had a gloomy face and carried him upstairs.