In the afternoon, just back from kindergarten.
Yun Qi found that there were many people at home, and they were all familiar faces.
The Little Dumpling was holding a small pinwheel made in kindergarten, nestled in Yun Qiuce's arms, pouting and blowing hard at the pinwheel.
The pinwheel stubbornly refused to spin.
As Yun Qiuce carried her into the living room, the noisy atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Everyone exchanged glances, then sneakily observed the Little Dumpling out of the corner of their eyes.
Instead, the Little Dumpling smiled sweetly at the white-bearded grandpa sitting in the seat of honor.
"Grandpa Fang, nice to see you again."
The sweet and milky voice made everyone in the Xuan Sect, including Master Fang, breathe a collective sigh of relief.
No grudges held, good.
The last time, a large group of people was fooled by Yun Ying, and over a month later, they met Qi again, feeling very awkward.
