"Sit, sit, make yourselves at home..."
Mom warmly greeted the two girls, so warmly that it made them feel a bit out of place. Even the usually calm Kikyo was a bit unsettled, let alone the white-haired girl who was completely puzzled and had no idea what was happening.
She sat uneasily on the sofa, holding the teacup in her hands, gently biting her lower lip, her gaze somewhat uncertain and wandered as if she was seriously assessing the surroundings, looking for an escape route, a habitual action as if by instinct.
However, this was only noticed by Gu Mo and Kikyo.
Besides them, others probably just saw the girl as being quite reserved.
"You little rascal..."
Dad also had an expression of satisfaction, but he immediately pulled Gu Mo into the kitchen.
He looked at his son up and down with a strange expression, "You've really done it, haven't you? Pulling off such a big thing quietly, but haven't you considered whether our old hearts can handle it?"
