After Yang Xin said "get out," she seemed to have fallen back into her own reading world, ignoring her surroundings.
Elder Yang looked a bit embarrassed; his previously obedient and well-behaved granddaughter had turned into this, completely different from before.
Zhang Huacheng and Yang Feifei showed no changes on their faces, clearly anticipating this situation.
As for Lin Xi, she appeared as calm as ever on the surface, but inside she was filled with excitement.
"Captured a Fairy Sister."
Her eyebrows were as picturesque as a painting, her delicate face flawless; her dark hair hung down to her waist, with strands seemingly glistening; her delicate hands soft as silk, her skin like snow made of white jade, as if she didn't belong to the human world.
In truth, the three women's beauty was equal, but their styles were remarkably different.
"Something's wrong!" Lin Xi snapped out of the shock, as this granddaughter of Elder Yang showed no apparent symptoms on the surface.