Born with unremarkable genes, she was just an ordinary person.
Old Master Ming, feeling deeply guilty about this, instructed, "Alright, go and make the arrangements. Make sure Wenxian enjoys herself."
The guard once again left as silently as he had come.
**
At eleven o'clock in the evening, in the small courtyard of the villa.
Yu Tang returned home, feeling utterly content after having successfully obtained an autograph and a photo with Upon Brocade.
As soon as she entered, she saw Yu Xiheng sitting on the sofa and instantly restrained herself, greeting, "Uncle Nine."
Yu Xiheng didn't look up, his voice calm, "Mhmm, it's time to sleep."
"Oh," Yu Tang peeked around, "Is Qingqing already asleep?"
Yu Xiheng glanced up, "Whether she sleeps or not, you need to. It's already eleven, you've come back too late today."
Yu Tang huffed.
Her Uncle Nine, with his double standards.
