Lu Bing was startled, "I... I'm not at that point yet..."
Running wild and such, the thought itself is terrifying.
Yun Qi remained silent, only fixedly staring at her with clear, penetrating eyes. No one could understand how a six-year-old child could have a gaze sharp as a dagger, piercing through Lu Bing's layers of defenses.
"Oh, but you're not far from a Little Ghost running wild. If you think I'm talking nonsense, you can just leave now. Maybe by the time you get home, the Little Ghost will already be serving you tea."
A chubby infant's face blossomed into a smile, rose-colored lips curling slightly, drawing out a faint sarcasm.
Lu Bing, already tense and nervous, was startled to hear the words "serving tea," and at once pictures flashed in her mind.
