That evening, upon returning to the gates of the Su Mansion, the lovely figures of Yang Zhen and Yang Ai stood waiting, craning their necks in anticipation.
Seeing Su Yu step down from the carriage, the two of them immediately pounced on him like fledgling swallows returning to their nest.
"Brother Su!"
"Brother Su!"
He wrapped an arm around each of their willow-like waists. With Ai'Er practically hanging off him on his left, Su Yu gave a wry smile.
"I only went to raid a noble house. Why were you two so worried?"
"But that was the Huyan Family, a century-old noble house!" Yang Ai said, hugging Su Yu's arm, her big, round eyes filled with pride.
"And Brother Su took them down just like that, acting so nonchalant about it. You're amazing!"
The three of them walked into the mansion together. The Protectors on guard duty stood at attention, their gazes fixed forward, but their eyes were filled with pride.
'A century-old noble house? How can they compare to our Su Mansion!'
