In the four-sided courtyard where Ye Weiming lived in Bianjing City, a sudden roar that shocked the heavens and earth erupted from his room, causing the entire house to tremble slightly.
"Dao Mei! How could you have transformed me into this? What were you thinking?"
"What, isn't it pretty?"
"Pretty is useless... Wait, who asked for pretty? I didn't ask you to make me extremely handsome, but you could have at least transformed me into a man, come on!"
Hearing Ye Weiming's hysterical roar, San Yue, who had just returned home and was preparing to rest in her room, couldn't resist her curiosity and used her movement technique to jump onto the second floor's corridor, peering into the open door, only to immediately feel a complex emotion that included both envy and jealousy.
Inside the room stood two women, one of them petite with a baby face, looking just like a doll in a red dress—this was Dao Mei.