"....This might be a bit difficult to handle."
Ansheng's expression suddenly became blank upon hearing Lin Bingyun's words, showing a subtle look as he looked back.
Tonight's black mushroom steamed chicken for supper would surely make Ah Qing drunk first, and Lin Ying, Lin Bingyun, and Lin Shu would probably all slip into spirituality.
Tearing down Qingao Island is unlikely, but the occurrence of some generational confusion among them is quite routine.
"Moreover, my biggest worry is you having sweet whispers with Miss Ah Qing on the beach."
"Over there, behind the reef, three pairs of fox ears silently appear. Don't you think that's quite abrupt?" Lin Bingyun spoke with a face full of concern, hugging Master Fuli, falling intentionally behind to maintain a distance from Lin Ying and Ah Qing.
Looking at Master Fuli, she voiced her worries.
If Lin Ying really wanted to gossip, Lin Bingyun felt she couldn't restrain the young lady...
