"You..." Master Yang was suddenly choked up and fell back onto a chair behind him, "It's actually you, Chen Ahmao!"
Eldest Sister Yang's face still bore traces of panic, "Oh my god, you can scare someone to death with that."
The twin girls, having narrowly escaped catastrophe, clung to each other and burst out crying with a loud "waah".
Chen Ahmao could be too lazy to deal with the former, but when he saw the two delicate little girls crying their hearts out, he was in a fluster.
He rummaged through his clothes and finally found two crumpled tissues.
"Master, I don't know how to comfort children. Can you help wipe their tears?" Chen Ahmao asked me in an embarrassed tone.
Look at that, other people's apprentices are there to honor their masters.
But Chen Ahmao, he's even giving orders to his master.
I took the tissues he offered, but set them aside, and used two clean handkerchiefs to wipe the girls' faces instead.
