Meng Xian didn't react for a moment, but the next second, he knew that Ling Ziliang was talking about Sang Qiqi's salute, and suddenly he couldn't look directly at Ling Ziliang.

Ling Ziliang didn't notice anything strange about Meng Xian. Meng Xian calmly walked a few steps to the side, keeping a distance from Ling Ziliang, as if Ling Ziliang was a virus.

"Is the prince coming here?" Sang Qiqi saw that Meng Xian was silent. Ling Ziliang smiled stupidly again and twitched the corners of his mouth, so he could only take the initiative to ask. In fact, as a female official, it was not appropriate for her to speak first, as it would appear that

There is no etiquette, but Sang Qiqi knows that when facing someone like Ling Ziliang... Even if she has no etiquette, she probably won't be singled out for anything wrong.

——The premise is... Ling Ziliang is not fighting for the right person.

"Of course the prince is here for something big! Here... take a look!" Ling Ziliang pushed the things in his hands forward as if he were offering a treasure. In the end, he didn't open it for Sang Qiqi to see, but carefully walked to the little bun.

Little Baozi is already in her crib. She has grown a bit now, and it is estimated that this crib will not be able to accommodate her in a while.

"Gulu gulu..." Little Baozi concentrated on playing with the bubbles, as if she was free as soon as Sang Qiqi walked away, and she did not change this bad habit at all.

It is really difficult for a child to change a habit. Although it cannot be said to be more difficult than climbing to the sky, it is definitely not an easy task. These children have a rebellious nature, let alone Little Baozi.

This little guy has no worries about food and clothing.

"Luo Ming... I'm here to see you. Look what's in my hand. Dang dang dang! Xiao Long Baozi! Do you want to eat... do you?" Ling Ziliang held the cage in his hand like a living treasure.

The little bun was dangling in front of his face.

"Hey, you really want to eat, don't you? I knew it!" Ling Ziliang looked at the little bun still blowing bubbles and playing with his own saliva, so he thought she was greedy, so he opened the lid first.

A burst of fragrance hit her nostrils, and the little steamed stuffed bun was the closest. Her grape-like purple eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned twice, and finally looked straight at the steamed stuffed bun. She put strength on her feet and held her hands up.

Suddenly, she sat up in the crib, blinked her eyes, and stretched her hands forward.

At this moment, she no longer had the energy to cry because of being pinched by Ling Ziliang. She seemed not to be afraid of strangers at all, looking at the steamed buns wholeheartedly.

"Come here, bring a chair for the prince." Ling Ziliang spoke directly, completely treating himself as the master of the imperial city, but it is true that no one dared to disobey Ling Ziliang's order, not to mention that this order was just a matter of effort.

Ling Ziliang sat comfortably on the chair next to Little Baozi's crib, and then spread out his right hand. At this time, Meng Xian handed a pair of silver chopsticks to his hand.

Ling Ziliang enjoys the care given to him very much, because now he has to take good care of his little niece.

"Come on...ah..." Ling Ziliang carefully picked up the steamed buns to prevent them from breaking. The juice inside was the most delicious thing, but he still forgot that the juice inside was so hot.
Chapter completed!