"Cousin, I'm here."
In the office doorway, carrying a small bag and waggling her buttocks excitedly, she ran toward Nangong Bing.
Huahua was fine, particularly Liu Tangtang, who squinted her crescent-moon-shaped eyes, looking as innocent as ever.
"Why have you two come here?"
Nangong Bing looked at them both with a smile that was tinged with exasperation.
"Cousin, it was so boring at home. It was just me and Tangtang, and the beast hasn't come back. It's just not right. It's slightly more lively here with you. Oh, right, cousin, where are we going for dinner tonight?"
Huahua sat down on the sofa with a flop, gazing around the familiar office. Sometimes she felt sad as she had lost her father, but the young girl had come to terms with it; everyone dies sooner or later, and sadness was pointless.
"Tonight, I haven't decided yet," Nangong Bing replied.
"Then how about I, Ye Xiangtian, play host tonight? But I'm not sure if Miss Nangong would honor me with her presence."