"Whatever the senior uncle says, shall be so."
Xu Chang'an walked in, glancing at the Beauty Fruit Tree standing in the rain, feeling the meticulously flowing Spiritual Qi on it. He thought that this senior uncle wasn't as decadent as she appeared; at least she had taken care to manage the Spiritual Qi.
Qinling stood up, stretched lazily in front of Xu Chang'an, and the little cat obediently leapt onto her shoulder.
Xu Chang'an averted his gaze.
Qinling exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The burdens she felt from Li Zhibai's dominance suddenly lightened considerably upon seeing Xu Chang'an, as if the clouds hovering over her heart were dispersed by his arrival.
Indeed, when she had no friends, work used to fill her void; now, with free time, she felt almost rusted.
"I've prepared all the procedures for you. Go inside and sit for a while."
