章節 392: The Mao King?

As the pretty girl ran towards them, Mao Fu couldn't help but smile.

"Little Catty…".

The girl pounced into his embrace before he could finish his sentence. With her arms around his neck, she began to laugh with joy, "Brother, don't you agree that I've grown prettier again?".

"Hmph!", a bitter grunt sounded from a distance away.

"Such frivolous behavior coming from a princess. This is unacceptable!".

It was just a sister showing affection to her brother. Were these rules and manners necessary?

Chu Yu thought to himself as he overheard the conversation.

Communication within the Mao Clan was mainly through telepathy for added accuracy and precision.

Of course, an average mortal would not have been able to catch any conversation.

Little Catty was beautiful, she had the liveliest single lidded eyes. She looked intelligent.

She turned around to reply, "If you dare speak nonsense to me again, I'll claw you to death.".