Everyone's gaze was drawn to the little girl who had just entered.
At a single glance, the three of them were secretly amazed.
Compared to Dong Jiangling's robe, which held only a meager amount of spiritual power, the robe on the little girl radiated overwhelming magical power.
It was at least a High-grade Magic Robe, and might even be a second-tier robe.
It was clearly beyond their understanding.
The instant the little girl walked up to him, Li Ji'an sensed an invisible force enveloping him.
"No wonder Aunt Yao thinks about you day and night. You do look pretty good. You're actually a little better-looking than my dad." Yao Yao put on an adult's airs, clasped her hands behind her back, and paced back and forth in front of Li Ji'an.
"Hey, you're called Li Chang'an, right? Tell me, why don't you want my Aunt Yao?" She had been smiling just a moment ago, but in the next instant her expression changed, and she demanded angrily.
"Tong Yaoyao!" Zhao Shuyao could no longer hold back. Her eyes seemed ready to shoot flames!
"Aunt Yao, don't be mad. Yao Yao's helping you." Seeing that Zhao Shuyao was truly angry, Yao Yao immediately put on a playful grin again, went over, and clung to Zhao Shuyao's arm, acting coy.
"Uncle Shi, take her away for me." Zhao Shuyao was genuinely angry this time; she showed no mercy even when Yao Yao tried to wheedle her.
Before the words had even left her mouth, a slender old man appeared behind them without a sound.
"Little Mistress, let's go. Your mother trusts Aunt Yao most. Be careful, or Aunt Yao might not speak up for you in the future." The old man's voice was kind.
Yao Yao made faces at him. "Hmph, Aunt Yao