The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

Upon hearing Zhao Zhitong ask this, Zhao Cheng was taken aback. "How do you know, little sister?"

Immediately, he realized that it wasn’t important how Zhao Zhitong found out, but rather that he couldn’t let his sister return home. Without hesitation, he said, "Little sister, weren’t you going to Little Master Qiao’s home to read today? Let’s go together; I’ll accompany you today."

Saying this, he took Zhao Zhitong’s small hand and looked towards Qiao Muchen.

Now Zhao Zhitong was even more puzzled. Not only was she confused, but Qiao Muchen, Wei Shulan, and Zhao Yue—the three youngsters—also found it strange.

Zhao Zhitong held onto Zhao Cheng and said, "Big brother, I’m not going to read today. Let’s go home!"

"No!"

Upon hearing that Zhao Zhitong wanted to return home, Zhao Cheng nearly blurted out his denial. Immediately realizing his reaction was too intense, he quickly smiled and said, "No, what I meant was, let’s go read first, then we can return home."

Now, Zhao Zhitong was even more convinced of her suspicion. Pouting, she said with dissatisfaction, "Big brother, are you hiding something from me? Did something happen at home? If you don’t tell me, I’ll cry until you do."

Zhao Cheng shook his head. "No, no, nothing could have happened. Don’t worry needlessly, little sister. Aunt just asked me to accompany you to read today."

Zhao Cheng really wasn’t a good liar. At this moment, his whole face was flushed crimson. Combined with his ragged breathing from rushing over, it was hard to believe his words.

Zhao Zhitong stayed silent, continuing to stare at him with her big, shiny eyes. Qiao Muchen and the others also looked at him. Soon, he couldn’t bear their stares and gave in.

"Alright, it’s like this, little sister. Something did happen at home, but don’t worry, it’s not serious. We can return home after reading at Little Master Qiao’s."