Faced with Jin Renfeng's considerate and gentle attitude, Dongfang Huaizhu merely nodded casually. Though she did not like Jin Renfeng, she still thought he was quite a decent person.
Dongfang Qinlan, on the other hand, planted her hands on her hips... and spoke to Jin Renfeng exactly as she had to those people before.
"Who's your junior sister? Call me Senior Sister! Haven't seen me for a few days, and you're already like them, forgetting your place, huh?"
With every other word being "junior sister," Dongfang Qinlan looked thoroughly impatient.
"Isn't calling you Junior Sister a little inappropriate? There are outsiders here."
Faced with Dongfang Qinlan's tone, Jin Renfeng revealed a helpless expression. Old Master Dongfang's two daughters—there was nothing to say about Dongfang Huaizhu... the perfect young lady from a noble family, gentle, obedient, and sensible...
But Dongfang Qinlan was a headache. It felt as though there were suddenly another little ancestor in the household.
"You have terms?!"
Dongfang Qinlan glared at him. She did not dislike Jin Renfeng either; she simply did not like being called the little junior sister.
"N-No."
He hid his displeasure. In the future, wouldn't she still be at his mercy anyway?
"You two must be Junior Sister's friends, right? My name is Jin Renfeng, the chief disciple of Divine Fire Manor."
Turning toward the two people Dongfang Huaizhu and her sister had brought back, Jin Renfeng wore a friendly smile. On the surface, he truly handled people and affairs very well.
No wonder nearly everyone trusted him so much.
"Hmph..."
"..."
Yet in response to Jin Renfeng's goodwill, Tushan Yaya dismissed it outright, even showing a hint of disgust. Though she barely maintained a decent relationship with Dongfang Qinlan, she did not have the slightest favorable impression of anyone from the Qi Dao