Hu Yan Niang's heart was slightly anxious, and she hurriedly sent the Hu Family's trusted guards to wait at the Ouyang Family's entrance. Once they spotted Yu Sihuang and his group arriving, they were to immediately invite them in.
The Hu Family's guard acknowledged the order, turned around, and quietly blended into the crowd.
"Ye Jiu!"
Ouyang Shao stepped forward boldly to stand before Luo Qingtong, towering over the young person seated opposite.
The young person wore loose clothes with narrow sleeves, the collar slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone. The little Silver Fox, fully recovered, nestled in her arms and softly cried out, its silvery form adorably fluffy.
In Luo Qingtong's embrace, it wiggled around, its tiny soft paws tugging at Luo Qingtong's robe sleeve, pulling it up and exposing a slender, fair wrist.
