An Yan asked curiously from the side, "Ying'er, what's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing! Maybe... maybe I saw it wrong!" Although she said this, Hu Ying's face was still filled with extreme peculiarity.
At this moment, Wei Qingxiao also stepped into the courtyard. When she saw Wei Haocang sprawled on the ground like a servant, gleefully playing hide-and-seek with two little girls, her eyelid couldn't help but twitch slightly.
No matter what, Wei Haocang was the eldest young master of the Wei Family—a distinguished aristocrat even in the Ghost Realm.
Yet now, he was rolling around in the dirt, covered in dust and completely engrossed.
If outsiders saw this scene, their jaws would probably hit the floor.
If anyone else dared to treat her younger brother like that in the past, Wei Qingxiao would have flown into a rage, killing them without hesitation. But now, she could only pretend not to notice.
