Distributing Annual Salaries

More than a quarter of an hour had already passed. Mu Liuxi lowered her head in disappointment.

"First Senior Sister, you won again. The tug-of-war lasted longer and longer, and Master was growing more and more powerless. She could no longer suppress that show-off."

"Heh! I don't see it that way. Junior Brother is exceptionally attached to Master. Even if we Senior Sisters can't keep him down in the future, Master still can."

"But what if you give him ten years, a hundred years? What if his strength surpasses everyone else's? Can Master still suppress him then?" Mu Liuxi asked again.

"Why not? Do you think Junior Brother treats us well, plays around with us, and listens to us solely because we're stronger than him right now?"

Duan Shuyun draped both hands over the wooden railing, staring at the moon that was about to vanish in the distance as she spoke leisurely. Strength...

Mu Liuxi fell into a brief silence and shook her head slightly. Though she could not give an answer to that question, there was always something in her heart that seemed ready to burst forth.

Words could not express its meaning, nor could language convey its heart.

That night, until dawn broke, the two Senior Sisters never saw a figure fly out. Yet the sounds upstairs had long since ceased. Could it be that nothing had happened?

After saying those words about "lubricating his legs," Lin Heng should have flown into the sky to admire the moonlight up close.

Yet Master's slap had not fallen upon him for a long while.

The curious First Senior Sister took the initiative to ask Master about it, only to receive an icy little glare.

"Big Senior, have you had nothing to do lately? Whether I send that rebel disciple flying