Marquis Yongye? What Kind of Monkey Is That?!

Ye Siming took a deep breath and said in a faint tone, "Gu Nuo'er, why don't you walk by yourself? Why do you want to sit on someone else's lap?"

Gu Nuo'er twisted her small butt and subconsciously wanted to slide off her brother's lap and run toward Ye Siming.

Unexpectedly, just as she moved, Qiao Xiuli gently pressed down on her shoulder.

Qiao Xiuli's eyes were as pale as snow, and his thin eyebrows were very pleasing to the eye.

He said, "Young Master Ye, I've heard a lot about you. I'm Nuo'er's cousin, Qiao Xiuli."

Ye Siming glanced around and replied casually, "Yes."

His black eyes looked at the child on Qiao Xiuli's lap again.

"Either you come out, or you invite me in?"

After Ye Siming finished speaking, he pretended to wear a serious look. "I have something for you."