Wei Ziqin rolled her eyes at the young couple before gruffly poking her daughter's forehead. "You just know to make Xiao Mo your cover."
"It's fine, Mom. I just love being Qiaoqiao's cover. She can make me cover for her for anything."
Wei Ziqin looked speechlessly at her son-in-law. "Fine then, but remember to come back quickly. In four days at the latest, you must move back home!"
"I know."
"Mom, Mom, so Sister has returned." Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen ran into the anteroom one after the other, along with a teary-eyed little monk trailing after them.
When he caught sight of Qiao Mu, he immediately started bawling, "Benefactress, you abandoned me and ran off again."
Before Qiao Mu could even chat with her siblings, she hastily left her seat and carried that snivelling little monk over. "Little monk, why do you monks like to cry all the time?"
