Mother Lin's lean and slender fingers reached out, and Master Xiao's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Ou Lan and Lin Ziran both felt a chill whirlwind arise around them.
It was Lin Ziran who reacted in time, lunging forward in an arrow step, grabbing Mother Lin's wrist just 0.01 millimeters from Master Xiao, "Mom, mom, mom, mind, mind, your manners."
Her lovely mom, oh dear, she was walking farther and farther down the path of courting death today. You just can't touch a tiger's fur carelessly.
Ou Lan also quickly stood in front of Zhan Moxiao, chuckling awkwardly, "Aunt Lin, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's not deal with this spooky stuff."
It's so stressful, Zhan Moxiao has a severe case of germophobia, she was afraid that if Aunt Lin touched him today, he might level the entire slum.
