"Master, why did you hit me?" Ning Manman covered her head and looked at Ye Changge with concealed bitterness.
She had a pitiful expression on her face, just like an injured kitten.
It made people want to comfort her.
"Do you feel that with your current cultivation level, you are allowed to make fun of your master?"
The corners of Ye Changge's mouth twitched slightly. He was not deceived by her act.
Every time in situations like these, Ning Manman would pretend to be like this to gain sympathy.
This was already an old routine. Ye Changge was already immune to it.
"Master, why would you say that? I'm doing this for your own good. You've really misunderstood me.
I really want someone to share your burdens. First brother, second brother, third brother...
"Master, you're under too much pressure."
Ning Manman continued to speak.