Let's Fight

Upon hearing this explanation, a glint of amusement flickered in Ye Lingfeng's eyes. Considering the modus operandi of the Ancestral Master, well, such a thing was not entirely improbable.

Zhouzhou glanced at him and winked, nudging him with her eyes. "Isn't that right, Dad? You think so too, don't you?"

Brother Dafu said it: middlemen are all like this. Before he could speak, the Ancestral Master floated out, his face as grim as the bottom of a pot, gripping the disobedient disciple's vital organ with clenched teeth. "Who are you accusing of embezzlement?"

Zhouzhou hastily protected her precious hair, trying to please him. "It was me, I embezzled."

With a disdainful snort, the Ancestral Master released his grip and cast a sideways glance at her. "You naughty girl, little troublemaker, am I the type of person to do such things?"

Zhouzhou swiftly hid behind Ye Lingfeng, peeking out from behind his leg, pouting unhappily.