"What?"
"Master, you were in such a rush to leave. Look, even your collar isn't properly adjusted. You can't go meet your girlfriend looking so sloppy."
Song Yutang reached out in a natural gesture and began tidying his clothes.
"…Forgot about it."
Cen Dongsheng glanced down, watching the girl's slender fingers deftly move between his tie and buttons.
Those were hands capable of commanding thunder and catching bullets; naturally, they could also meticulously adjust a man's attire.
"Alright, go meet her."
After finishing, the disciple gave him a light pat on the chest.
"Then I'm off."
"See you."
"Mm, see you in a bit."
Song Yutang waved her hand and hopped back into her room.
