"Mid-level Sage, High-grade." Sharon smiled faintly, his gaze like still waters.
"Ah, today is really a good day. Since we've all been promoted, why not go out and celebrate?" Zhiyan's heart leaped with joy as she suggested.
"Yes, today is indeed a good day. Uncle has already arranged everything for the celebration." Sharon nodded, stepped forward, and draped a pink cloak over Zhiyan.
"It's windy, be careful not to catch a cold." He tied the cloak gently while admonishing her tenderly. Shasha had handed him the cloak, which was the same color as Zhiyan's clothes. It had to be said, Little Yanyan suited pink quite well.
"Uncle Sandy is here too, let's hurry then," Zhiyan's eyes lit up, and as soon as Sharon finished tying the cloak, she eagerly pulled him forward to run.
