"Ugh..."
Qing Jun covered her head, tearfully glaring at her master,
"Master hit Qing Jun again! Qing Jun will hold a grudge!"
Chen Ye, with an indifferent demeanor, closed his eyes, too lazy to pay her any mind.
This girl, if not disciplined for a day, would climb the walls.
Besides, he always needed somewhere to vent, didn't he?
The little girl, seeing her master ignoring her, turned around angrily and clung to her senior sister's arm for comfort: "Senior sister, look! Master bullied me again!"
Zhiwei helplessly patted her head, speaking softly, "Master surely has his reasons, Qing Jun, don't be so troublesome."
The little girl was furious: "What reason can there be to hit me?!"
Zhiwei spoke confidently, "To hit is to be close, to scold is to love. Do you see Master hitting others randomly? He only hits Qing Jun."
"Hmm..."
The little girl was tongue-tied for a moment.
It seemed like there was some truth to that reasoning.
