As they stepped outside, in the corner of the yard, they saw a lush cluster of roses. Xibao clamored for flowers, but even when Feng Qingxue covertly swatted his bottom twice, it did nothing to calm him down. The little guy glared at her and seemed prepared to go complain to the elderly leader himself.
The old leader, hearing the commotion from inside, ordered Lan Tianming to pick a few more roses for Xibao.
Lan Tianming did as he was told, snipping off over a dozen roses and carefully removing their tiny thorns.
With that, Xibao joyously left the old leader's residence with an armload of roses. The flowers blocked his view, causing him to move slowly and clumsily, nearly making him trip and almost causing Feng Qingxue to give up leading him. But she reluctantly persisted. After they had walked a little distance, they encountered a well-known elderly leader's wife out for a stroll.
Feng Qingxue graciously came to a stop and respectfully greeted her.