Simulating Tribulation Lightning

Luo Qinglan's voice was gentle.

Though she had never met Grass, Chen Lin's accounts over the years had left her deeply grateful to the little girl who had saved him from danger time and again.

But Grass gave little response. She merely stood silently behind Chen Lin, with even a hint of hostility.

It was because Chen Lin had nearly died several times trying to save Luo Qinglan. Grass valued his life more than her own; how could she feel kindly toward Luo Qinglan?

Chen Lin was helpless when it came to Grass's temperament, but he did not want to scold her. He could only give Luo Qinglan a look, asking her not to take offense.

Luo Qinglan understood at once and naturally took no offense. Smiling, she said, "With Miss Grass here, I can rest much easier. I haven't been at my husband's side all these years, so I've left you with a great deal of trouble."

She gave Grass a slight bow.

Surprise crossed Chen Lin's face. Luo Qinglan was proud by nature; for her to do this meant she truly did not see Grass as a servant. He was deeply glad.

What surprised him even more was that Grass pursed her lips, then actually bowed in return. "Greetings, Matriarch!"

Her manner was still stiff, but this was a profound change. Since he had taken the little girl in, this was the first time she had paid her respects to anyone but him!

He burst out laughing. "Haha! My wife really does command respect. You're the first person Grass has ever bowed to. That calls for a celebration!"

Luo Qinglan smiled too. "That means little sister Grass knows how much my husband and I love each other, so she loves the house and its crow."

She walked to