Bang—!
Shang Yanting slammed the door shut, leaving the indignant senior disciples outside.
The second disciple: "Senior brother?"
The third disciple: "Senior brother?"
Other disciples: "Senior brother?"
A group of people simultaneously looked at the senior brother.
The senior brother stood in place. This was really awkward; the junior disciple's behavior made him unable to back down.
"Hmph."
To maintain his dignity, the senior brother stood at the door with a cold snort, "It's late, come back tomorrow!"
Inside the room
Jia Xitong looked at the piles of boxes, "Host, I think you've prepared too much."
And even though she's still just a little raccoon, even if she transformed into a person, she couldn't wear so many clothes.
"It's not too much, let's just keep them ready for now."
Shang Yanting reached out to touch one of the garments with precious pattern embroidery, "They might come in handy soon enough."
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Morning
