"Hey, little Chiyu, why did you start crying just like that?"
Paimon did not quite understand Chiyu's tears.
These were all good things. Why cry?
Tears of joy?
Chiyu wiped her tears away, nearly turning herself into a little cat-faced mess, and said with a smile, "I'll leave everything to Master's arrangements!"
"Just call me Zhongli..."
"Yes, Master!"
She had heard him, but she simply would not listen.
Zhongli rubbed his forehead, feeling a slight headache, then glanced at Chiyu twice more.
Seeing the stubborn look on her face, Zhongli shook his head. Let her be.
A short while later, the group of four arrived at the Seven Treasure Hotel.
Seeing them again, the hotel owner felt no ripple in his heart, as though he had grown accustomed to it.
Even if he had not, he had no choice but to. Zhongli and Paimon came almost every day—how could he not get used to them?
In any case, he had already made up his mind. He would submit the bills and leave those headaches to Ning Fengzhi. After all, Ning Fengzhi was the sect master.
"His Highness the Crown Prince, Your Excellency Zhongli, little Paimon, and this... young lady."
It was the hotel owner's first time seeing Chiyu, so he could only address her as a young lady.
Judging by her appearance, she was indeed a Mutated Martial Soul—a Cat Girl.
"Boss, her name is Xiaofeilian, courtesy name Chiyu. You can call her Miss Chiyu."
Paimon truly deserved the title God's Mouth. At a critical moment, she spoke up.
"Xiaofeilian, courtesy name Chiyu, Miss Chiyu?"
The hotel owner was somewhat puzzled, but he quickly recovered. It did not matter if the name was a little unusual, as long as he knew how to address her.
"Miss Chiyu, and everyone else,