"Let me in first. When Bibi Dong returns, she'll naturally explain who I am. If you continue being so rude, I'll have a proper word with Bibi Dong about your way of treating guests. You shouldn't keep working as a gatekeeper." Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath. His tone remained steady, but the threat in his words was unmistakable.
The old gatekeeper ignored him and shut the last crack in the door.
No calling card, showing up uninvited—what kind of guest was that?
The old gatekeeper was a seasoned hand. He had previously worked at Falling Devil Douluo's residence, but because he kept opening the door for His Holiness the Pope, Falling Devil Douluo had fired him.
Fortunately, His Holiness the Pope was a good person and found him another job, having him guard the entrance here for Deacon Bibi Dong. It was much more leisurely, though he had to submit a list of all visitors every month...
Right, the person outside had to be added to the list too. What was his name again?
"Yu Something Ass? Yu Prolapsed Ass? I'm getting old. Can't remember."
Outside the closed residence gates, only Yu Xiaogang and his disciple remained.
By evening, after a busy day, Bibi Dong returned home and saw, among the two figures standing outside her door, that familiar figure etched into her very bones.
For an instant, the world spun around her, and she even wondered whether working overtime had exhausted her into hallucinating.
She blinked, but the figure outside her door did not disappear.
Bibi Dong had no idea how her former lover could be so shameless. He had sent so many letters, and her refusal to respond should have been a clear enough rejection. Yet he had actually come looking for her in person.
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