Inside the room.
Tang San Niang and Tang Yin sat on the bed, both looking calm.
Faced with the pink-eyed girl's question, Tang San Niang smiled faintly. "I ran into some difficulties with my cultivation techniques. It felt like a hundred claws scratching at my heart, so I came to ask my brother for guidance."
I absolutely cannot let Xiao Wu know I came to have my brother brush my hair.
Otherwise, that little minx will definitely get jealous and start spouting all sorts of nonsense.
Then even a hundred mouths wouldn't be enough to defend myself.
Tang San Niang thought to herself.
Tang Yin, meanwhile, was thinking.
If Xiao Wu finds out Little San Niang came to me at night to have her hair brushed, she'll definitely ask for the same. If they both come at once, I won't be able to handle them. I can forget about meditating in peace at night.
So Xiao Wu absolutely cannot find out about this!
And so, without exchanging a word, the siblings both chose to conceal the truth.
Tang Yin rose and said, "Since the Poison Douluo is here, we should indeed go meet him."
"Yes, Brother. I'll go back to my room and change into something suitable first."
The tips of Tang San Niang's ears turned faintly pink.
She had come wearing nothing but a thin silk nightdress. She couldn't meet guests like this.
Xiao Wu blinked her pink eyes, a trace of suspicion in them.
Her gaze lingered on her brother and Tang San Niang for a moment.
In the end, she believed them.
After all, in this family, she was the cleverest little bunny of them all.
Her brother was a proper gentleman, and Tang San Niang was terribly thin-skinned. Only Xiao Wu was different-the indispensable oil that