Little Taotie clung to Sister Meng's side, but his eyes were fixed on another "Sister Meng" with a tear mole.
The ancient costume beauty covered her tear mole, "If I cover it, this little thing definitely won't recognize me."
Sister Meng rolled her eyes at him, "If you're not studying properly, what are you doing here?"
The ancient costume beauty sighed, "Can't I miss my sister?"
Sister Meng: "You're a grown-up, stop being so mushy, it's disgusting."
The ancient costume beauty shrugged, "I'm only 800 years old. In my race, you only become an adult at 1000. I'm still just a kid."
Sister Meng: "Get out of here. Just looking at you for another second annoys me."
"You're really heartless. Your little brother who studied abroad finally comes home, and you chase me away without even giving me a meal. It's too chilling, sniff sniff sniff..."
Sister Meng's face turned dark as she reached out to twist the ancient costume beauty's ear, "Try whining one more time!"
