"Little sis, look at that vase. The craftsmanship is so exquisite. The more it holds, the bigger it is—it can definitely hold more dew."
Ji Wuming whistled as he turned and walked toward the vase nearby, patting his chest with his left hand. Sure enough, his little sister was far too overbearing. Just greeting Ye Lingling had made her this angry. Bing'er, whom he had not seen in so long, still had a much better temper.
"What did you just say? Say that again?"
Dugu Yan glared viciously at Ji Wuming, who had walked to the side.
"Nothing. I was saying this vase can hold a lot, so it can contain more dew."
"Deceiver Ji, get out of this room right now."
Hearing that, although Dugu Yan did not know that Ji Wuming was indirectly insulting her, she needed to have a proper talk with Ye Lingling now. It really was inappropriate to have a man in the room.
Ji Wuming looked back at Dugu Yan, who was seeing him off, and hardened his heart. Fine, fine. Your temper is just like Grandfather's—changing at the drop of a hat, huh? No matter. Your brother will straighten you out properly someday.
How could I let a woman stand over my head and act wild? And one with thorns, at that. Bing'er is still the best. I wonder how she is doing now.
As the door slammed shut from the inside, Ji Wuming was about to go rest in the room next door when he suddenly stopped. He pressed his back against the wall and, with his powerful spiritual power, carefully listened to the sounds inside.
I'd better listen carefully. Will little sis badmouth me in front of Lingling? Or will they talk about something they can't let anyone know?
At that