Ginger is indeed spicier the older it gets.
Xingyu dragged Lin Yunxiu with a dejected air toward Mu Qing's study.
As soon as the two of them left, Mu Qing—whose retreating figure had just possessed the full dignity of a Sect Master—hurriedly hunched his back, grabbed Jiufang Ying's hand with a pitiful expression, and rubbed it against the slap mark on his face. "You could have held back a bit next time. Otherwise, I won't have any face left in front of Yunxiu."
Chapter 225