An Yiqing blushed when she heard Ye Chenghong's teasing and cast a coquettish glare at her master.
"Master, are you just going to use me and then discard me? Alright, I woke Senior Mingyuan, and then I became your trash can for you to vent on. Now that you're feeling better, you don't need your disciple anymore." An Yiqing pouted, looking pitifully aggrieved, "They say a daughter married off is like water thrown out. I haven't even gotten engaged yet, and I've started to incur my master's displeasure..."
"Uh..." Ye Chenghong felt a tightness in his chest, staring at An Yiqing's face that was on the verge of tears, and he felt both his stomach and intestines starting to hurt.
"Little fox, what are you pretending for? When have I ever not wanted you? Hurry back! You can't leave the engagement arrangements all to the elders, you should also think about helping out a bit!"