My head popped out, my gaze like two probing radars as I tracked and repeatedly sized up the two people on the balcony.
"Strange." I muttered to myself.
On the cold floor, Yangyang simultaneously stopped her silly, self-amused giggling. The free-spirited little cat who had never changed because of Ye Qingxian inexplicably became extremely stiff beneath a single look from her biological mother.
As I pulled my head back, all three of them let out a long breath at the same time.
Ye Qingxian did not understand what she was nervous about.
She had not even fought with Cai Die. Why should she be afraid of Junior Sister?
Cai Die was equally baffled.
Wasn't she the dignified Elder Sister? How had Mei Bao's gaze locking onto her for a moment made her feel as though she had been caught secretly doing something bad?
Noticing that her mother had left, Yangyang began finding amusement for herself again. A kitten's body was perfect for rolling around. Before long, she had rolled to Ye Qingxian's feet, where one foot stood before her like a mountain.
Under Ye Qingxian's twitching eyelids, she rolled again and flattened herself straight over it. After rolling past, the claws in her pink paw pads suddenly shot out and went snip, snip at Ye Qingxian's long skirt just before it could trail along the floor.
Nothing was scarier than the air suddenly falling silent.
The next second, beneath Ye Qingxian's gaze, Yang Xiaomao almost instinctively raised her head. With a shiver, she met Ye Qingxian's eyes.
Expressionless, Ye Qingxian picked Yang Xiaomao up.
Yang Xiaomao instinctively struggled twice. "Meow..."
The punishment she remembered never came. Ye Qingxian merely set her daughter on her lap and gently rubbed her head. Before long, Yang Xiaomao was purring away.
Cai Die could