Tong Yao hurried back home and as she barged through the front door, this was the scene that met her eyes.
Her younger sister Tong Ge, with a flushed face, lay sprawled on the couch, looking somewhat disheveled.
Ayao took a deep breath, glancing at her master beside her; thankfully, his clothes were neatly worn.
It doesn't seem too bad.
But wait—wasn't this even worse? Had she been too late? Had her sister and the master already cemented their relationship?
Tomorrow her sister might even be cradling her daughter and waving at her: "Sweet child, come and call me aunty~"
That shouldn't happen!
Ayao, maintaining a smile, steadily advanced towards Lin Shuang and Tong Ge.
Lin Shuang couldn't help but gasp: The strength of Master Ayao was frightening, each step she took seemed to shatter the void, emitting a mighty aura!
He was finding it hard to breathe!
At this tense moment, Tong Ge, with her flushed face, gently broke the silence.
