Father-in-Law... Father-in-Law?

(Third update)

The middle-aged man wore a violet suit accented by an emerald-green brooch. His shoulder-length dark-purple hair framed an exceedingly refined, steady face, handsome and elegant enough to inspire immediate goodwill.

He must have been a devastatingly handsome man in his youth as well.

When the middle-aged man stood up, startled cries rang out around him. Even the host onstage stiffened slightly.

He was none other than the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Ning Rongrong's father—Ning Fengzhi.

Yang Ming had never expected that the rival who had been competing with him over the Cat Girl would be Ning Fengzhi. Beneath his mask, he wore a wry expression.

Yang Ming and Ning Fengzhi faced each other from afar, their eyes meeting as though sparks were flying between them.

Ning Rongrong abruptly stood up, her bell-like voice ringing out from beneath her mask:

"Dad?"

Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's familiar voice, it was Ning Fengzhi's turn to be dumbfounded.

Fuck?

Fuck!

I actually came to an auction house to bid on a Cat Girl in front of my daughter. The image of a dignified father I built before her is about to collapse!

Ning Fengzhi raised a hand and vigorously rubbed his face, forcing himself to maintain a stern expression. His gaze regained its solemnity, and his entire bearing exuded the majesty of a sect master.

Sweeping his gaze over the people beside Ning Rongrong, he saw that there were three of them. After a moment's thought, Ning Fengzhi guessed that the other two might be his daughter's classmates. So the opponent he had just bid against was actually his daughter's friend.

What a case of the flood washing into the Dragon King's temple!

Ning Fengzhi nodded at Yang Ming. The auction was still ongoing, so whatever