If a disciple were to come over, the footsteps would definitely not be this light; these footsteps sound more like someone trying to hide something, not wanting to be discovered, it seems...
"Master Qian, are you there?"
Before he could dwell on his confusion, he heard a voice from outside the door— one he was all too familiar with.
His face turned green as he internally exclaimed in dismay. It was Xue Manyu's voice— if he couldn't recognize it, then he didn't deserve to be called a father.
Wasn't she confined to the Ancestral Shrine? How could she have escaped?
And of all places to go, she had to come here and look for Master Qian!
It didn't take much thinking to figure out what she had in mind.
Had the previous scolding and punishment done nothing to teach her a lesson? Had they only made her even more defiant? How did he end up with such a daughter?
He awkwardly looked up at Qian Jiyun, noticing that the latter hadn't even given him half a glance.
