At dinner, Yang Weifeng and the other two each sported a huge lump on their heads. Their eyes were so full of resentment that anyone who didn't know better would have thought Li Yichen had done something utterly unforgivable to them.
Li Yichen couldn't be bothered with those idiots. He rolled his eyes. "My own wives are still the best. Just looking at them makes me happy."
Then he turned around and picked up a grilled chicken wing, ready to settle in and listen to Mo Yurou tell Tang Ling'er stories.
"Sister Mo, this chicken wing is ready. Here, have it." Tang Ling'er snatched the skewer of grilled wings from Li Yichen's hand and casually passed it to Mo Yurou.
"Thanks, little sister Ling'er." Mo Yurou took it. "Let me tell you, the Underworld was so much fun. I even went to the Eighteen Levels of Hell."
"Oh... really?" Tang Ling'er's eyes sparkled. "I'm so jealous! I want to go see it too."
Li Yichen shook his head helplessly. These two actually thought the Underworld was fun.
Wouldn't you two scare an ordinary person to death? Can't you see how pale Luo Qingyao has gone?
What he hadn't expected was that, over the course of the afternoon, Tang Ling'er and Mo Yurou would become the closest of friends.
Mo Yurou had originally come to settle the score with Tang Ling'er. Now they looked ready to burn yellow paper and swear sisterhood. Li Yichen simply couldn't figure it out.
"They're probably both a bit nuts," Li Yichen finally concluded helplessly. "Friendship between women really is magical."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
Just then, a little snow-white ball of fluff poked out of the Deerskin Pouch at Tang Ling'er's waist, sniffing the air.
Then it grabbed her clothes and scrambled onto her shoulder in