At the same time.
With a swoosh at his feet.
The Little Tiger ran past him, leaping into the other's embrace with a wooing sound.
Crying incessantly.
As if terribly wronged.
The four of Qi Yin Master all looked at Jiang Fan.
In shock.
The implication being, what did you do to the Little Tiger?
Jiang Fan's face was dark.
Even his heart wanted to curse.
I didn't do anything to it!
Just patted its bottom a few times, who knew it would cry like this?
The one holding it was a young woman in her thirties.
With her hair styled in a fallen horse bun, wearing a yellow long dress.
Her figure was not particularly tall, but very well-proportioned.
On her pretty face, there was a pervasive chill.
Her sharp and spirited eyes were coldly fixed on Jiang Fan.
A voice, suppressing fury, came from her mouth.
"You really are something!"
"Reaching all the way to my home, and bullying my son!"
"Get inside, all of you!"
She exclaimed lightly.
