Yang Xing watched this scene, his expression turning into a mischievous, half-smiling grimace.
Grandmaster looked at the situation before him, a hint of hope welling up in his expression.
He could tell that Bibi Dong definitely could not brazenly and arbitrarily take Yang Xing as her master in front of a group of people, disregarding her dignity.
Yet at the same time, a thought quickly sparked in the depths of his mind.
Although Bibi Dong could not take Yang Xing as her master temporarily, he obviously would not be able to control her afterward; thus, as long as he pointed out the affair between Yang Xing and Bibi Dong to everyone in a moment, even behind closed doors Bibi Dong would never be able to take Yang Xing as her master.
However, the very first instant this thought arose, he thought of Yang Xing and subconsciously glanced at Yang Xing, locking eyes precisely with that pair of smiling eyes.
His heart sank, and he bitterly reined that thought back in.
He could guarantee that Bibi Dong would not do anything to him, but the masters of Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu offered no such guarantees.
Grandmaster's inner self was tangled in absolute knots at that moment.
Logically speaking, he and Bibi Dong were already finished, and given his decades of life experience and pride, he would not stoop to interfering in anything concerning Bibi Dong.
Yet who made Bibi Dong his former lover? Now that she wanted to take this Yang Xing as her master, it truly made his heart feel stifled and depressed.
He did not even understand what this feeling was; it felt just like being... like being cuckolded right to his face.
Just as Grandmaster was having a brainstorm in his mind, Flender, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu,