"Third Senior Sister." Qiao Mu blinked, then raised her head to look at Murong Xun, who was standing on the side with her back to them.
She only felt like her master's stiff back silhouette seemed to be concealing an infinite amount of pain.
"Third Senior Sister, Master is currently in a temper. How about this? You leave first, and I'll slowly persuade Master?" Qiao Mu asked softly.
Ye Lingmin looked at Qiao Mu with brimming tears. "Little Junior Sister, you really will help me, right?"
Qiao Mu nodded seriously.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Ye Lingmin didn't expect that the little junior sister who she criticized in their first meeting would disregard past grudges and help her so.
She tightly and firmly grasped both of the little girl's hands. After turning her head to glance at Murong Xun's rigid back silhouette, she didn't dare to stay any longer and fled in tears.
