He also clearly carried a noble's sense of superiority, with an attitude that showed he did not think much of Chu Ye, Feng Xiaotian, and the others.
The girl merely glanced over lightly. Without even greeting them, she ignored them and went on playing by herself.
Chu Ye did not pay her any mind either. He and Qian Renxue found an empty side and sat down. He had roughly guessed who this spoiled little girl was—the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong.
Ning Fengzhi immediately introduced her with a smile. "Young friend Chu Ye, this is my young daughter, Ning Rongrong. Rongrong, hurry and greet daddy's guests."
Ning Rongrong was rather unwilling. She said a few words in a perfunctory tone, then continued playing with the toy in her hands.
"Why is this child so rude?" Ning Fengzhi was extremely helpless, but Ning Rongrong was also the daughter he loved most. He could not hit her, could not scold her, and could only cast Chu Ye an apologetic look.
"No matter," Chu Ye said indifferently.
He had known long ago that Ning Rongrong had been spoiled and pampered since childhood, doted on and protected in every way until problems had been indulged into her—willful, arrogant, and self-centered.
Chu Ye just had not expected this personality to have already appeared when she was only four years old.
When the time came for her martial soul to awaken and reveal her talent, would that not be even worse? No wonder she had the nickname little witch.
"Chu Ye, we meet again."
At this moment, Huo Wu took the initiative to sit beside Chu Ye, looking very enthusiastic.
"Mm." Chu Ye nodded politely.
Qian Renxue, however, shot Huo Wu an unhappy look.
Huo Wu sensed it, but not