"I don't know if my dad would kill you, Uncle, but right now I really feel like killing you." Xingxing frowned tightly, "Wait here, don't come in."
Tang Qingli didn't listen to him and followed him in anyway.
Xingxing went straight to Tan Ruyue's room, and upon finding her not inside, wandered around until he found her by a well.
"Tan Ruyue."
Tan Ruyue, who was struggling to draw water, turned her head and, upon seeing him, looked delighted, "You've come?"
"What are you doing?"
"Can't you see, I'm fetching water." She was using a small bucket, Tang Qingli walked over and said, "Uncle will help you carry it. These people are something else, you're so young, aren't they afraid you'll fall in?"
"It's fine, I'm very careful."
"Let Uncle Tang carry it for you, come with me."
Tan Ruyue hesitated, "Isn't that inappropriate?"
"It's alright, just tell me where to carry it." Tang Qingli said.
