The hand in Yi Ling's sleeve suddenly tightened, staring fiercely at the mean person before her who was wearing an infernally gleeful smile. "What are you doing here?"
Ji Xiulan snickered. "What? If Sister Yun can come to pray and light incense in this temple, can't I? You sound so cold, Sister Yun. We're sisters, we should save each other some face when we're out. Why start with a fight?"
"You!" Yi Ling felt a surge of anger. She turned to look at Ji Xinhe and saw Ji Xinhe still looking as calm as ever, seeming unsurprised by the chaos in the backyard, or by the sudden appearance of Ji Xiulan!
What could the only possibility be?
Yi Ling turned pale, but dared not think further. Even the slightest unexpected turn of events today could have disastrous consequences. She was nervous precisely because she dared not allow any deviations from her plan.