Little Jiu could not be bothered to explain. Such was life—if you could not resist it, then accept it.
So he stayed here with a clear conscience.
Tang Yuehua's place was like a haven far from the clamor, and Little Jiu found it very comfortable.
Listening to the zither and savoring tea counted as a form of relaxation.
As the Moon Xuan Master, Tang Yuehua truly was the finest confidante. She could resolve all of Little Jiu's troubles and rationally offer him advice, such as how to soothe Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing.
Little Jiu finally understood why men always made certain mistakes. Because they needed a woman who understood them.
"Little Jiu!"
A few days later, when Little Jiu had finally found a moment of leisure amid his busy schedule, Ning Rongrong cornered him at Tang Yuehua's place.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo came in with her, and finally, even Ning Fengzhi arrived.
Little Jiu was instantly speechless. You did not need to come all together just to catch someone cheating, did you?
But he soon realized that Ning Rongrong had not come to cause trouble. She had serious business. The tear tracks on her face had yet to dry, and she looked utterly furious.
Ning Fengzhi and the other two did not look good either. It seemed as though they had argued.
"Uncle Ning, what is going on here? I've never seen you lose your temper with Rongrong before."
Looking delighted by the spectacle, Little Jiu laughed. "If there's anything unpleasant, tell me about it and make me happy."
Sword Douluo's face darkened, and he nearly drew his sword and slashed at him.
Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, was devastated. Clutching Little Jiu's arm, she sobbed, "Little Jiu, my father refuses to revive my mother no matter what. He's abandoning