Amid the swelling waves of laughter, it wasn't just Xu Changqing who found it odd to be called a "little girl"—every single person there was laughing their heads off.
The only one not roaring was Shen Weimin, who, looking exasperated, had walked to the side to grill some skewers himself. He took the opportunity to kick out at the brothers flanking him, who were still relentlessly teasing him.
'My girl is a delicate young lady, all right? Just because they had one meal with her doesn't mean they can get all chummy and throw their arms around her shoulders whenever they see her.'
'Not even a first cousin.'
Shen Jiale, who was present, somehow understood why his domineering younger cousin shot another glance at his hand. "Ten skewers, your treat. She's a bro, not a sis."
"Sister-in-law."
'I'm her brother-in-law, for crying out loud! This Little Overlord!'
