Qin Xi, who had emerged from behind, had noticed everything and cast a subtly inquisitive glance at Li Xianglu, her eyebrows slightly raised.
Li Jianqing didn't find anything wrong with his sister's behavior. He pulled Qin Xiaopang aside and said, "Get it away, you're grossing my sister out."
Qin Xiaopang, seeing that the siblings were cut from the same cloth, spat out "Fussy about nothing"! He pouted and placed the basket aside.
The fishing rods were ready, two thick ones and one thin one. Qin Xi took one of the thick rods, while the other was shared by Li Jianqing and Qin Zhen. Li Xianglu got the thin rod, meticulously crafted, which left Qin Xiaopang with his lips pouting sky-high, incessantly muttering about whether he really was their brother.
Qin Xi shot them a stern glare, alarming them into running straight ahead.
Li Xianglu and Qin Xi, carrying their fishing rods, moved chairs together toward the river.
