Qing Jun was scolded by her senior sister, and her little face immediately fell.
She dejectedly climbed onto the stone bench beside Chen Ye, propped her face with her small hands, and her two short legs swung back and forth in the air, looking quite pitiful.
"This..." Chen Ye, seeing her in such a state, felt a softening in his heart and was about to say something.
At the same time, that White Furred Ball took the opportunity when the senior sister wasn't paying attention, quickly lifted its head to glance at the master, pouted its little mouth, and its bright phoenix eyes blinked adorably, even gathering some tears in the corners, looking so pitiful that anyone who saw it would feel their heart soften.
Chen Ye sighed and was about to change his tone.
Seemingly predicting what the master was going to say,
the clear voice of the eldest disciple rang out beside him, "Master!"
Chen Ye, startled, looked up.
