"Humph, this stinky tag-along, silly woman, nasty maid... Don't even think about disturbing me and Rong'er."
She hugged her beloved and glanced in the direction of the west wing, snorting proudly a couple of times.
"???"
Su Qingdai: Are you being polite?
Well, she had actually come. Zhao Rong opened his mouth, but eventually closed it, smiling wryly.
The situation was becoming more awkward by the second, he was so embarrassed he almost started picking at his toes, how could he possibly puncture the bubble.
Damn it, I'm not going to class anymore, not "spreading the doctrine, teaching the liquid, receiving the active" anymore. Isn't that enough? You two ladies please leave soon...
Zhao Rong sighed and switched the topic: "Xiao Yue's slave? Du You from Zhao Family? How come someone gave you something so nice?"
