The moon hung in the western sky as a shadowy figure approached the ancestral hall. Looking around and finding no one, they stomped their foot in frustration.
Muttering curses under their breath, they were planning to confront someone when suddenly, a hand clamped over their mouth and dragged them into the hall.
In that moment, the figure almost thought they were dead, filled with regret as they wondered how they'd explain this to their grandfather. But before the mental rehearsal could conclude, a voice snapped, "What's wrong with you? I asked you to come over at midnight, not to sneak around like a thief!"
Tang Chuxia complained with obvious annoyance.
Upon realizing it was Tang Chuxia, Tang Heilong clung to her leg, wailing, only for Tang Chuxia to clamp her hand around his neck.
Crying in the ancestral hall in the middle of the night? Was he determined to ruin her night?
"Shut up!"
Tang Chuxia scolded, and Tang Heilong promptly silenced himself.
