"Oh. A senior brother has been in secluded cultivation these past few days, and I've been keeping watch for him," Tang San said.
"Did you ask for leave from me? You disappeared without a trace," Pretty Girl said, hands on her hips and with a touch of petulance.
This was a rare display of girlish charm from her, which momentarily left Tang San in a daze.
Pretty Girl seemed to realize her attitude was a bit off, and she quickly lowered her hands, her pretty face tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
Tang San did not argue, and humbly said, "I was wrong, Pretty Sister."
"Hmph. I'll let it go this time, but you must ask for leave if you're not coming to work, you hear?"
"Yes, of course," Tang San hurriedly agreed repeatedly.
"I'm going," Pretty Girl gave him a glare and turned to leave.
Watching her increasingly alluring back, Tang San's lips curled upwards—was she worried about me?
