"Zhu Qing, you finally came to find us to play." Xiao Wu linked her arm with a smile.
Zhu Zhuqing was caught a little off guard by the two girls' enthusiasm. She did not see Yang Xing's figure, so her steps paused and she asked somewhat hesitantly.
"Is it really okay for me to go straight in? Rongrong, Xiao Wu, won't your master mind?"
Ning Rongrong patted her chest, where development was just beginning to take shape, looking quite proud and as if she had it all covered.
"It's fine, it's fine. That stinky master of mine is very generous and not that petty. Besides, he isn't home right now, so everything in this manor is up to me and Xiao Wu. Right now our cultivation tasks for today ended early, and you came at just the right time to keep us company and play poker."
Zhu Zhuqing listened with a puzzled expression.
"What is poker?"
Ning Rongrong blinked mysteriously.
"You'll know once we play. I guarantee it's definitely a good thing, simply the best for passing time."
Xiao Wu chimed in repeatedly from the side, her little head nodding like a pestle pounding garlic.
"Yes, yes, the thing Master came up with is so interesting."
Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing still seemed a bit hesitant, Ning Rongrong tilted her head.
"What's wrong, Zhu Qing? Are you in a big rush and don't have time to stay and play?"
Looking at the smiling faces of the two extending such a warm invitation, a wave of guilt welled up in Zhu Zhuqing's heart.
She had originally wanted to use the opportunity of a visit to brazenly ask Yang Xing once more to take her as his disciple.
Yet when the words reached her lips, that hesitation, worry, fear, and strong sense of