A miniskirt!?
Ruan Tang's ears flushed red with embarrassment, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Xu, do you have time today?"
"Yes!"
Xu Lai took a deep breath. Is Ruan Tang really going to cosplay for me today? Happiness came too quickly!
"If you have time, go see Eighth Master and find yourself a nice plot of land. I'll be very gentle when I make the cut."
Ruan Tang gently caressed Xu Lai's cheek, her voice soft. "Oh, right, pick one out for Ruan Lan, too. That way I can offer incense for both of you together next Qingming Festival."
"..."
Xu Lai choked, staring at her. "How can a model wife and mother like you say something like that in front of our daughter?"
"Don't use our daughter as a shield. Let me tell you, Xu Lai, I, Ruan Tang, would rather jump from the summit of Mount Haitang to my death than cosplay as a Magical Girl a second time!" Ruan Tang snorted coldly.
