Fortunately, he didn't care; otherwise, if anyone else were in his shoes, dealing with such a biased master and a heartless little junior sister would inevitably lead to sect conflicts.
"That's fine, I was just about to go to Country Z to take care of some business, I'll take a look."
As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Zhenzhen, "Keep an eye on her tonight, no alcohol."
Lu Zhenzhen gave him an OK gesture.
In the afternoon, when Nan Jiaojiao woke up from her nap, Lu Zhenzhen was already dressed up.
She was wearing a strapless petal gown, with a touch of red at the bust, white below that, tapering at the waist, and petals starting below the knees. The long skirt with bold red roses trailed along the ground, and she wore a shawl over it. Nan Jiaojiao touched it, finding it quite thick. Despite her ostentatious beauty, Miss Lu had not forgotten to keep warm.
