“Going by seniority, shouldn’t you be calling me mother...
In the end, Di Yao let the "debt-collecting ghost" outside come in. With Xibian around, she wasn’t too worried about what a child could do.
The debt-collecting ghost was named Yuan Hui and was from the Capital City.
At this moment, Yuan Hui looked like a five-year-old boy, with two little braids on either side of his head. He wore brightly colored clothes, cheerful like a New Year painting doll.
His chubby round face should have been innocent and carefree, but Yuan Hui had only a child’s appearance; he remembered all his memories from over twenty years before his death. So now he kept frowning, looking troubled, completely lacking the childlike innocence of his apparent age.
“Little friend, how old are you this year?” Since Yuan Hui had directly exposed her identity, Di Yao stopped pretending. She supported herself on her knees and asked softly.
As soon as Yuan Hui heard Di Yao call him "little friend," he bristled with anger. He put his hands on his hips and emphasized stiffly, “Your lord here is twenty-five this year. I’m probably much older than you, a little girl. By age, you should call me ‘big brother,’ not ‘lit-tle friend.’”
Di Yao raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and amusement in her eyes. “Oh, is that so? Are you really here to collect a debt from me?”
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