Suddenly remembering the taciturn, expressionless fourth brother, Yue Ning felt a sudden sense of comfort.
In this respect, the fourth brother was just like him, clumsy and awkward. In fact, he might even be a bit worse than himself.
Yue Ning found joy amidst the frustration, feeling delight in his heart, with the similarly clumsy fourth brother accompanying him, he suddenly felt at ease and gradually became happy.
Just at that moment.
A servant rushed in: "Young Master, the Second Elder has requested you to come over."
Yue Ning put the needlework into the basket.
"Second Elder?"
An eyebrow raised: "I'm not going!"
He even twisted his body, turning sideways to the servant who came to invite him.
The servant looked speechless.
Yue Ning had lived in the Qin family for quite a while, and the servants there more or less understood his temperament, knowing his rough and irritable nature, not giving face to anyone, which in some ways could be called quite wilful.
