Realizing that every explanation only painted him blacker, Guang Ling simply stopped trying. He took out his private stash and handed it to Qian Renyue, declaring generously, "Xiao Yue'er, here! As long as you're not angry, you can splurge however you like today!"
"However I like?"
Qian Renyue glanced at the little gold pouch in Guang Ling's hand. It bulged, probably filled with quite a few Gold Soul Coins.
"Of course!"
Guang Ling vowed solemnly, "I keep my word! But Xiao Yue'er, you have to stop being angry first. Anger gives you wrinkles!"
"And whose fault is that?" Qian Renyue snatched the little gold pouch from Guang Ling's hand and opened it for a look. Sure enough, it was packed with Gold Soul Coins and gold leaves. Converted into money, it would have been enough to buy a house. "Fine, I won't be angry!"
Qian Renyue put the pouch away, the gloom on her face swept clean. She looked up at Guang Ling, her lips curving into a smile. "But Grandpa Guang Ling, I finally know why your skin is better than Grandpa Golden Crocodile's."
"Hmm? Why?" Guang Ling raised an eyebrow and asked. Why had this girl suddenly brought up Second Brother?
Qian Renyue chuckled, a sly look creeping across her face. "Because you're always making other people angry while having a wonderful time yourself! That's why you have the best skin in the whole Worship Hall!"
"..."
For a moment, Guang Ling couldn't tell whether Qian Renyue was praising him or taking a jab at him.
He fell silent, unsure what to say.
This girl certainly had a sharp tongue. And he'd actually worried that Qian Renxue would bully her, even risking a scolding to come out and back her up. Apparently, he'd really been gilding the lily.