Little Xiao, the Mischief Maker 1

She turned around to look at him. His captivating almond-shaped eyes, prominent nose, and thin lips parted slightly. Though his face was lean, it wore a smile. He stood tall, roughly estimated at about one meter eighty-five. The casual outfit he wore seemed tailor-made for him, fitting perfectly, as though it was designed just for his frame. He looked worlds apart from the furious figure he had been moments earlier. Yet, from the gleam in his eyes, it was clear he was genuinely happy.

Xiao found this man quite peculiar. Just a moment ago, he had been raging, overturning tables and kicking chairs, and now he was beaming with delight. It was honestly exasperating just to watch him.

Nevertheless, out of courtesy, she introduced herself, "My name is Shangguan Xiao. What’s yours?"

She then began wandering around the room at her leisure. The so-called master watched her roam freely in his dressing room. Straightening up, he silently repeated her name in his mind. Shangguan Xiao? It sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before.

Suppressing his confusion for the time being, he mimicked her tone and said, "My name is Liang Junwei." Then, he proceeded to follow closely behind Shangguan Xiao—wherever she went, he trailed.

At last, Shangguan Xiao finished her exploration of the room. Liang Junwei looked at her curiously and asked, "How do you find the room?"

Xiao shot him a disdainful look. The place was littered with all manner of chaotic objects, yet he had the nerve to ask her opinion!

She had met shameless people before, but never anyone quite as shameless as this—certainly even more so than Ouyang Qianyu! With scorn in her eyes, she said, "You really are even more shameless than Ouyang Qianyu!"

No sooner had she spoken than a cold voice rang out from outside the door. "Shangguan Xiao! Who are you calling shameless, hmm?"

The icy tone sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Cold sweat trickled from scalp to toes. All eyes turned toward Xiao, full of sympathy. This time, she was truly doomed.

Just from the voice alone, it was clear this was not someone to be trifled with. Why did this child always provoke such types? Liang Junwei was utterly confused, glancing at Shangguan Xiao—who was Ouyang Qianyu?

But upon hearing that chilling voice, he realized the person in question had arrived. He turned to look at the doorway. At that moment, Ouyang Qianyu stepped inside.

His presence was overwhelming, so much so that even someone of Liang Junwei’s standing felt his heart shaken. Such formidable aura—who was this extraordinary figure?

Ouyang Qianyu strode coldly to Shangguan Xiao’s side, towering over her. Xiao, staring up at Ouyang Qianyu’s infuriatingly tall stature, felt her temper flare up uncontrollably.

She couldn’t help but purse her lips, crossing her arms and lifting her chin in a childish voice, "I’m talking about you! So what? Do you want to fight?"

Saying so, she actually struck a fighting pose, fists clenched and legs planted, as if she truly meant to spar with Ouyang Qianyu. Her ladylike skirt only made her stance all the more incongruous.

The previous tension in the air dissipated thanks to her antics. Ouyang Qianyu, amused by her actions, could not help but curl his lips into a smile—a smile worth a thousand gold coins, as the saying goes, and at this moment, it suited Ouyang Qianyu perfectly.

At only eleven years old, Ouyang Qianyu already stood at one meter seventy-five, ten centimeters shorter than the adult Liang Junwei. Liang Junwei was twenty years old, and his height had reached its limit at one meter eighty-five.

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