After sending these people off, Sikou Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Returning to the hall, she collapsed in exhaustion on the couch, leaning against Xiao Chifeng. She playfully whined to her father, the Hall Master, and her husband, "Dad, I'm totally wiped out today. Look at me, I've been smiling so much that my face has gone stiff!"
Xiao Chifeng wisely responded, "Come on, let me give you a shoulder massage to relax those muscles and make you feel better…"
Sikou Yao, grinning brightly, nodded, "Alright!"
Xiao Chifeng's firm hands masterfully kneaded her shoulders, his pressure even and skilled. It made Sikou Yao comfortable and relaxed, just like a little piglet happily snorting.
Seeing their public display of affection, the Hall Master could no longer stand to watch and promptly turned around to retreat into his room.
After a while, he came out again, asking Xiao Chifeng and Sikou Yao, "Yaoyao, when did your Uncle Qingjue leave? Do you know?"
