"Miss Su, Master Fang is free today. Would you like to meet him?"
"Sure, can you help us arrange a meeting place with the master?"
"No problem, I'll talk to Master Fang right away."
After hanging up the phone, Su Xiaotong turned to look at Qin Zhao, who was feigning sleep on the sofa.
"Zhaozhao, did you go thieving last night? Why do you look so out of sorts?"
Qin Zhao lifted her eyelids slightly, and said listlessly, "The dog at home went crazy."
"That little black dog? It seemed quite well-behaved."
No, a different dog.
Qin Zhao couldn't be bothered to speak; she'd come to the company early in the morning just to avoid seeing that lunatic, Chu Yan.
In her past life, the Evil Disciple's thought processes had also been quite bizarre—for instance, when she went out for a stroll with her disciples or left with her master for training, as long as he wasn't brought along, he would act passive-aggressive and sulk.
