Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

Erlang, Saburo, and Goro who were named exchanged glances with each other.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Huang Zhuolei became even more anxious, "Oh, trust me, please! I really have no bad intentions! In fact, when I was about to come here, I planned to come here by myself in a carriage. It was my second brother who insisted that I ride in his carriage. He said that he would drop me by the way. I really couldn't refuse, so I was forced to come with him in a carriage."

Wu Lang asked, "Is it true that your second brother didn't come?"

Huang Zhuolei: "He was really passing by. He left me at the entrance of your village and let someone drive away in a carriage. If you don't believe me, you can ask Saburo if he saw my second brother!"

San Lang said: "It's true that I didn't see his second brother, only he and those two boys."

Several little fellows looked at the two young men at the same time. The two young men looked about the same age, standing there well-behaved, not looking around randomly.

Everyone quickly looked away, except Erlang, whose gaze stayed on the young servant with scars on his eyebrows and eyes.

Because Mi Bao was worried about him, he paid extra attention to his expression. Seeing him staring at one of them, he asked curiously: "Second brother, why do you keep staring at that brother?"

Erlang frowned, "I don't know, I just feel a strange feeling when I look at him."

Huang Zhuolei followed Erlang's gaze, and introduced: "That's Baiyun. He was working next to my second brother, but for some reason his face was injured. My second brother thought he was ugly, so he was sold by someone. I happened to bump into him, and he came to work with me. Erlang, you said he was strange, did you mean the scar on his face? Did it scare you?"

After all, Huang Zhuolei knew very well that Erlang was a very good-looking guy, and he liked people who admired beautiful things the most, and were not happy to look at bad ones.

He thought that Erlang disliked Baiyun's ugly face, thought for a while, and said, "Although Baiyun has an ugly appearance, he is still a good person. He is quick in doing things and loyal. Erlang, don't drive him out, he is so pitiful."

"Did he get injured because that naughty Second Young Master hit him?" Liu Lang puffed his cheeks and asked with a feeling of sympathy.

Huang Zhuolei: "I guessed this way before, after all, there is a precedent for my second brother beating someone."

He took a careful look at Erlang's face, saw that his face was still a little pale, and quickly continued: "However, Baiyun told me that he accidentally injured himself."

"Hmph, who knows if he said that on purpose because he was afraid of being retaliated by that second son." Liu Lang folded his arms around his chest, looking like I couldn't believe it.

Huang Zhuolei: "It's not important, I'm here all the time, what were you playing just now, take me to play together!"

Although Huang Zhuolei was also part of the Huang family, Erlang and the others were willing to take him to play with him because he was not a bad person. So, after a while, Huang Zhuolei successfully integrated into it.

The children's laughter sounded again in the small courtyard of the Su family, among which Huang Zhuolei's voice was the loudest.

When Su Guang came back from the outside, he heard those laughing voices before he reached the yard, "Huh? What family is this kid from? Why is he laughing like a rooster crowing? This voice is louder than mine."

He walked into the yard with a smile, and saw a group of children playing with throwing sandbags, and then he noticed Huang Zhuolei at first sight.

There is no way, this child is wearing silk and satin, which is too eye-catching among a group of peasant children wearing coarse clothes!
Then, he also noticed two boys standing on both sides throwing sandbags in turn.

Su Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face restrained slightly.