The old master smiled as he glared at her, but it had not the slightest hint of intimidation, feigning a scold, "What a shameless girl you are."
For Qinghe to be so close and casual with him, acting spoilt like she would with her own grandfather, the old master found it very pleasing; his smile caused his eyes to crease into slits.
Qinghe stepped forward to support the old master, worry occasionally flashing in her eyes. In fact, her main reason for coming was to gauge the old master's intentions. These days, someone reported to her daily on the progress, which she knew was the old master's doing. Initially, she was absolutely sure that Weisheng Yueren was safe, but as time went by, with more than a month passing and still no word from Weisheng Yueren, her certainty had begun to waver.
