March was over in a blink of an eye, and Yan Ranjin quietly left and returned to her original time and space.

She woke up with her eyes open and saw a doll lying on the head of her bed. Yan Zhiru was also there, looking at her with strange eyes.

Yan Ranjin looked down at her. She looked like Jinxi. Fortunately, there was no one else. She waved her hand to set up a barrier, and her blue eyes suddenly returned to the ink color.

Yan Zhiru asked, "Why did you...because you have become like this after you go back?"

"Don't make a sound." Yan Ranjin raised her fingers and made a swearing gesture, "My cultivation has not yet recovered, and my father is not here, of course I am like this. Mother, didn't you say I'm crooked? I just used magic to cover up my original face."

The little baby rolled his eyes: "Why are you coming back so late? How much did I do for you? Tell me, how can I compensate me?"

Yan Ranjin poked the little kid's face: "Bamboo, even if I'm here, Dad will throw those things to you."

Yan Henzhu snorted: "How many times have I heard the provocation? You should listen to these. Compensate me, otherwise I will reveal your true feelings."

Yan Ranjin looked indifferent: "Let me reveal it, I don't care. But, Zhuzi, didn't you make any small moves?"

"I don't have time to do it, and I'm still so young." Zhuzi widened his eyes, what did the man say.

Yan Ranjin tsk: "Dad is not here, right? Did you throw the matter to grandpa?"

"Well, grandpa even scolded daddy so hard." Zhuzi's heart trembled when he remembered the scene a while ago.

After Yan Ranjin recovered a little mana, she immediately changed back to her previous appearance, exactly like Yan Zhiru.

Yan Henzhu's eyes were straightened. How should he distinguish between these two people in the future?

Yan Zhiru pinched Yan Ranjin's face and said firmly: "As long as you restore your true face, I will not have a quarrel with your father."

Yan Ranjin: “…”

She picked up Yan Henzhu: "Mom, wait for a while, I will handle the matter and let you see my true face every day."

Yan Zhiru pondered for a moment and agreed.

Yan Ranjin chuckled and reached out to take Yan Zhiru's pulse. Uncle Wu could trust her, but her mother might not be able to take medicine.

After a moment, she took back her hand, took out a few herbs from the storage ring, threw them into the medicine jar that had been prepared very early, and decocted with water.

"Have my master been here?" Yan Ranjin asked Yan Henzhu.

Zhuzi shook her head: "No, Uncle Fan seems to be in trouble, but Shishi has come here. She should be walking around the street with Azhi. I just sent them a message, and I guess it's coming soon."

As his words fell, the door was opened. The two of them came in together.

Xia Zhi looked at Yan Henzhu, who looked like a child, and smiled and pinched his face, and picked him up from Yan Ranjin's arms: "Zhuzi, I still like you at this time."

Fan Shimeng rushed directly into Yan Ranjin's arms: "Senior brother... do you miss me?"

Yan Ranjin curled her lips and smiled: "I wonder, are Shishi doing well these days?"

"I'm very well-behaved, I didn't bother with my father." Fan Shimeng's crisp voice echoed in the room.

Yan Zhiru: "...Is it the same person I see?"

Fan Shimeng was brought back by Yan Zhiqing. She looks very sweet, but she is an absolute little devil. She fights Liusu seven or eight times a day, even her own father.

Zhiru may be able to accept criticizing her biological father. After all, Yan Ranjin often complains about Yan Zhiqing, but she and Liusu have never met each other, but they always catch Liusu and criticize each other, always hitting the nail on the head.

"It's the same person, and only Xier can suppress her." Fan Zhongqiu appeared in the room and said helplessly.

Yan Ranjin saw Fan Zhongqiu and raised her eyebrows: "Are those people back?"
Chapter completed!