The Miserable Taoist Priest Pu

Xia Zhihuai held Wanwan in his arms, stopping in his tracks, and turned around to look at the gloomy expression on Xiao Ting’s face, filled with astonishment.

As a female celebrity, Xiao Ting had always been strict in managing her facial expressions. Xia Zhihuai had known her for a long time, but he had never seen such a terrifying expression on her face.

Wanwan also seemed startled, shrinking her neck and clutching Xia Zhihuai’s clothes.

Piao Yuzhou stood still, unruffled, and said, “My apologies, Miss Xiao. Can’t we go in and take a look?”

Wearing purple high heels, Xiao Ting walked briskly to the door of the room, her face sternly saying, “Leave.”

Coincidentally, Fu Ming arrived from the staircase at that moment and, observing the tense atmosphere, asked, “What’s going on?”