"We're just ordinary friends. There's nothing special about it."
"Rongrong, tell Dad everything that happened on this trip. Don't leave out a single detail."
Ning Rongrong nodded and began:
"Well, as soon as we entered Suotuo City, we found Zhu Zhuqing..."
"Then we beat the master and disciple up, left them a little surprise for when they opened the door, and came home."
Ning Fengzhi sat at the head of the table with his eyes closed.
The rhythm of his fingertips tapping the table never changed.
"Tap—tap—tap—"
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, huh?
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...
Not a problem. Yu Xiaogang was an outcast. Even if Yu Yuanzhen wanted trouble, the other elders wouldn't agree.
One was a failure, the other the sect's pride.
Their standing was worlds apart. Even if it came to war, the clan had no grounds for it.
That was Douluo Continent, where strength ruled. Without power or backing, all you could do was swallow the insult.
As for Zhu Zhuqing...
"Rongrong, you can go. Little Lin must be getting anxious. Spend more time with him."
Ning Rongrong's face shot up, her delight impossible to hide.
Finally, I can leave!
"Thank you, Dad! Goodbye, Sword Grandpa! Goodbye, Bone Grandpa!"
She rose and bowed, paying no mind to the dull, tingling pain in her knees.
Clutching Little Guga to her chest, she turned and hurried out without daring to look back.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head with an amused smile.
"That girl."
Meanwhile.
Ning Rongrong jogged all the way back and pushed open the villa door.
Lin Xiao was waiting on the living room sofa. At the sound, he looked up.
He sprang to his feet and hurried over, worry in his voice.
"Rongrong, did you hurt your knees? Anywhere else? Is it