Fortunately, Tao Yao seldom spoke and just silently did her own thing, rarely appearing in front of her.
Otherwise, she would have felt terribly inferior.
Now, Tao Yao had come out of the master's palace—was she taking food to the master?
It seemed like she had become infatuated with making food, always taking it to the master every time she made some, but never bringing any to her...
Yue Ling pursed her lips, and when she looked again, Tao Yao was already walking towards them.
She got closer and closer, and Yue Ling could finally make out the expression on her face.
It was not the usual indifferent expression, nor was it cold.
It was an almost distorted expression, seemingly mixed with some resentment...
Yue Ling's heart trembled. Why would Tao Yao have such an expression?
She held her breath and dared not make a sound until Tao Yao had walked past, then she finally relaxed.
Looking back at Yue Hu, she had already come out from the shadows, her expression somewhat dim...
