"Little Ancestor, don't leave me here. I want to go to the Misty Realm with you, otherwise I always feel like... Ling'er has been abandoned by you."
Li Ping'an took a sip of tea, feeling completely refreshed, and examined Wen Ling up and down with a frown, "Where's that mature and beautiful girl in her fifties, the one we met when we first saw each other?"
"Hey, what are you talking about? I'm ignoring you now!"
Wen Ling turned to walk away, but before leaving, she turned her head back and winked at Li Ping'an:
"Little Ancestor, after you were drunk, you called out Ningning's name seven or eight times."
"Is that so?" Li Ping'an smiled, "What's wrong with me missing my wife?"
Wen Ling blinked, "But you called out for your master eighty-three times... If I were Senior Yun Zhongzi, I'd be moved to tears by now."
Li Ping'an's forehead was lined with black lines as he grabbed the teacup, poised to throw it.
