The three kids were supposed to sit in one carriage, and Zhao Xi's head was already throbbing.
There was no way he could manage that. Little Song Le was all right, but Yao Mumu and Little Huohuo together—it was like wood meeting fire, ensuring a certain combustion.
The thought of dealing with them the entire journey made Zhao Xi want to die a little.
He glanced in Shu Yu's direction and saw that she was being reluctantly bid farewell by Xiao Ruojun. With a cunning flick of his eyes, Zhao Xi scooped up Little Huohuo and Yao Mumu, then let Little Song Le hang onto his neck from his back. He dragged all three directly to Shu Yu's carriage.
When Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng finished goodbyes with Lord Wan, returning to their carriage, they found three pairs of round eyes staring at them in confusion.
Shu Yu, "..."
Meng Yunzheng frowned and looked at Zhao Xi, "Take your son..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Xi pulled the reins, "Let's go——"
