Mang Dabiao relayed the message truthfully.
The moment he finished speaking.
Whoosh.
The woman got straight off Yang Yong.
She moved as fast as a gust of wind.
But her hand still clung tightly to the hem of Yang Yong's shirt.
That very hand.
All five fingers gripped the bottom of his shirt, her knuckles slightly white from the force.
It was the way a little girl clutched her father's shirt when brought somewhere unfamiliar for the first time, terrified he might suddenly disappear and leave her all alone in the world.
Yang Yong looked down at that hand.
Then he sighed.
Forget it.
From that morning on, Yang Yong had a little shadow trailing behind him.
Wherever he went, the woman who stood a full head taller than him followed.
One hand always clutched his shirt, while the other occasionally fiddled with the vines on her body.
Everyone in the team watched this with inscrutable looks.
When Zhang Bihuang emerged from his tent, he happened to catch Yang Yong walking past with his "little shadow."
She blinked and asked curiously, "Uncle, who's this...?"
Yang Yong answered irritably, "My newly adopted daughter."
"Really?"
Zhang Bihuang's eyes lit up instantly.
She looked the woman up and down. No matter how she looked at her, this woman stood a head taller than Yang Yong, and her age didn't fit either. She looked more like his older sister.
But if Uncle said she was his daughter, then his daughter she was.
The sight of Zhang Bihuang immediately gave Yang Yong an idea.
"Bihuan."
He rummaged through the space inside the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring for the clothes he had collected back at the villa.
He picked out the most distinctly girlish outfit and handed it over. "Take her to get changed."