Scumbag?

(Fourth update)

Ning Fengzhi was embarrassedly driven out of the auction house by his daughter. Watching Ning Rongrong turn and head back inside, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze only after a long while.

Someone had stood silently beside Ning Fengzhi for quite some time before saying,

"Sect Master, it is time for us to return."

It was an elderly man dressed in a snow-white robe. His silver hair was neatly combed behind his back, and his features were ancient and unadorned. His eyes were not fully open, remaining slightly narrowed, yet every movement he made gave off an extremely unusual feeling.

If the middle-aged man's aura was gentle, then this old man's aura could only be described as sharp—lethally sharp.

The middle-aged man nodded and said,

"We should indeed go back. But Uncle Sword, find some time to thoroughly investigate Yang Ming's background. I do not want the man Rongrong likes to be someone who abandons women without a shred of responsibility."

"As you command."

The two figures gradually faded away.

Without Ning Fengzhi's interruption, Yang Ming sat quietly on the sofa and waited.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, several burly men pushed a huge iron cage inside.

Naturally, the Cat Girl Yang Ming had purchased was inside the cage, and her figure was exceptional.

Yang Ming took the key from the silver-skirted girl, opened the iron cage, and removed the shackles from the girl's wrists and ankles.

Yang Ming wanted to stroke the Cat Girl's hair, but perhaps due to the inhuman treatment she had endured at the auction house for years, she was deeply afraid of and resistant toward strangers—especially strange men—and shrank back.

Though there was nowhere left for her to retreat, the Cat Girl still curled herself up