Seven years have passed without meeting, and now to invite him here is quite perplexing.
If Qing Jun's mother intended to take him back, there would have been plenty of time over the past seven years, so why wait until today?
Chen Ye's eyes slightly moved,
The little girl was constantly glaring at him with a fierce look, but when she saw her master noticing,
she quickly curved her eyes, which were as big as copper bells, into crescents, smiling sheepishly.
This White Furred Ball,
is good for nothing.
Greedy for food and timid as a mouse...
Yet, if she were simply taken away, Chen Ye would still feel reluctant to part.
Chen Ye pressed down the waves in his heart, revealing nothing on the surface.
Guided by the maid in late-stage Qi Cultivation, he led Zhiwei and Qing Jun slowly up the stairs to the private room on the second floor.
Inside the elegant room, a faint, elusive fragrance lingered at the nose.
