Outside, the weather was bitterly cold, but inside the house, the floor heating was on. The air was stagnant with the crowd of people, making it unbearably stuffy.
Ji Yunya felt the large, hot hand fall on her waist through the thick layers of clothing, making her cheeks blush. She looked at the handsome face close by, feeling the gazes from all directions. She suddenly straightened up, stepped back, and said obediently, "Thank you, Brother Yan, otherwise I might have embarrassed myself today."
She cleverly opened a distance between herself and Yan Song.
Yan Song narrowed his eyes, placed his hands behind his back, and under the scrutinizing gaze of Wu Shuangshuang, he walked to the old master. With a crisp "thud," he knelt down.
"Great-Grandfather, your unworthy great-grandson has been late in coming back." With these words, he knocked his head on the floor three times, solidly.
