And at such a young age, he's already so picky.
The Second Young Master liked beauties when he was a child, welcoming all comers; he wasn't as difficult to please as the Young Master...
"Young Master, what type of girl do you actually like? Describe to Nanny Petty, and I'll find someone just like your preference?" Nanny Petty said, her face all eagerness.
The little bun furrowed his brow and hugged his arms with a huff, "Hapi."
The snarling, short-legged Shar Pei dog scurried back immediately.
The little bun asked in a leisurely manner, "Like, find?"
"Yes, yes, yes, the type the Young Master likes... What type is it? You see, none of these photos have the type you like, so could you pick an album or something, or point out a star on the TV?"
"Album?" The little bun's brows smoothed out as if he had thought of something, and he hopped off the sofa, "Wait here."
"Ah!"
Nanny Petty wiped her sweat, truly a little ancestor, oh, so exhausting.
