Joining the Shuyu Pavilion, she grew up under Qi Wuyan's strict guidance, the kind of fear for stern mentors deeply ingrained in her.
The Elder Qi, who wouldn't even speak to her in the past, was now warmly holding her hand and chatting.
Where is this? Who is this? Who am I?
Lao Mengyao was in a daze, instinctively lowered her head, and when she saw Qi Wuyan's slightly trembling chest as she spoke, she quickly averted her gaze, feeling it was inappropriate.
Holding hands, they chatted for a while, and she also encouraged Xi Ziyu with a few words, effortlessly transitioning from calling her Elder Yu's outstanding disciple to a 'pretty girl.'
Finally, Qi Wuyan waved her hand, and three elders who seemed like accessories immediately presented a basket of fruits.
