Xuan Long stood in the doorway of the children's room, his tall, noble figure suddenly stiffening as a wave of embarrassment washed over him.
His emerald eyes twitched slightly as he stared at his son, Xiao San.
He was a direct young master of the ancient Teng Clan! In the Upper Domain, their family's treasury held mountains of priceless spiritual gems, rare heavenly herbs, and countless glowing crystal cores that could buy entire cities.
Yet here was his own flesh and blood, using cheap street tricks to scam his little siblings out of their tiny allowance!
If the elders of the Teng Clan ever found out that their noble young master was running a backyard gambling ring for baby-level crystal cores, Xuan Long felt his face would be completely lost forever.
Desperate to restore his dignity and settle this ridiculous situation, Xuan Long took a fast, sweeping stride forward. Without a word, he reached down and picked up Su Qinglan's soft hand.
