Eighteen... Thirty-nine... Fifty-two... Tuanzi is calling people outside, while Ning Jixiu is counting inside.
After confirming that Tuanzi's call for "eighth senior brother" exceeded his call for "senior sister," the Sect Hierarch, whose mental age is influenced by his body, unhurriedly opened the door.
At his current height, he had to stand on his tiptoes slightly to turn the doorknob.
To avoid anyone seeing this, he specifically leaned against the door panel to twist open the door, then pretended to easily pull it open.
The good mood lasted until his junior sister said, "Your mood changes more than the weather in Jiang City."
Ning Jixiu angrily replied, "I'm not moody!"
He grabbed his breakfast, angrily returned to the room, and shut the door.
Outside the door.
Tuanzi rubbed her head and muttered softly, "He says he's not moody, eighth senior brother is just deluding himself."
After a pause, she asked, "Did Miaomiao use the right idiom?"
