Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

He glanced at Tang Yue, who seemed indifferent and uninvolved, and helplessly kicked Mu Yi, telling him to handle it. He had his apprentice; what was he afraid of? If he couldn't stop it, he would send someone else. This was his backup plan.

Mu Yi, who had just been kicked: ...

At this moment, he also wishes he had an icy expression.

Mu Yi gritted his teeth before pretending to unleash his ultimate move: "Grandma, next time let A-Yue bring Young Master Murong to chat with you, okay? Look, it's already dark now. If Xiao Yue doesn't go back soon, there won't be any streetlights left, and it won't be safe."

It has to be said that Mu Yi is very good at exploiting Grandma Zhao's weaknesses. Her favorite person is Tang Yue, even more so than Zhao Wu.

Upon hearing this, Grandma Zhao looked up at the sky and estimated the time. It was indeed getting late, so she finally spoke up in a moment of compassion.

"Yes, it is getting late," she said, gently rubbing Murong Minglang's head with a touch of reluctance. Murong Minglang, usually such a stubborn person, obediently let Grandma Zhao rub his head.

"Xiao Lang, Grandma really likes you. You and Xiao Yue should visit each other often and come over to our house more often. Grandma will cook you something delicious, okay?"

Murong Minglang smiled shyly, "Okay, Grandma Zhao, I'll come often in the future. Grandma's snacks are delicious."

This wasn't Murong Minglang exaggerating; the snacks on the table were indeed delicious, almost addictive. After eating one, he couldn't help but want to eat another. He had no idea what a modern technology bureau was.

What he said was interpreted differently by Grandma Zhao. The old lady automatically translated, "Delicious" = "Loves to eat" = "Bring him more to eat on the way."

So Grandma Zhao immediately stood up and called out to Zhao Wu in a strong voice.

"Xiao Wu, what are you standing there for? You've been standing there for two hours, it's making you look bad. Go to the kitchen and get some parchment paper, hurry up."

Zhao Wu, head bowed in frustration, silently clenched his fists.

I really want to beat this kid to death! Today was supposed to be his return day, how come he stole the spotlight?!

Seeing that Zhao Wu didn't move, Grandma Zhao called out again, "What? After two years in the army, you think I can't even order you around?"

"...No, Grandma, wait a minute, I'll go get it now."

What's the big deal? He's Grandma's real grandson, humph!

Zhao Wu angrily went to the kitchen to get some oil paper and handed it to Grandma Zhao. Grandma Zhao then separated and wrapped the other half of the untouched snacks and gave them to Murong Minglang. Murong Minglang was embarrassed to accept them and kept declining, since these things were truly rare and it was the first time he had ever eaten them.

"Grandma, I really can't accept this. I've already bothered you for so long today!"

Grandma Zhao smiled and said, "Oh, it's nothing special. If you like it, just take it with you. It's very easy to make. Xiaoyue can make it. She can make a lot of delicious food. Just take it with you. We have plenty of these cheap things at home."

“Well… alright then, thank you, Grandma. This…” Murong Minglang took his pendant off his waist and gave it to Grandma Zhao.

She said hesitantly, "Grandma, I... I don't have much. This is for you. It's something I really like. It's not worth much money. Consider it a small gift to you."

Tang Yue glanced at the jade pendant and pursed her lips. It was the same crimson jade pendant she had bought for him that afternoon. He really liked it and wore it as soon as he bought it. Now he had actually given it to Grandma Zhao.

Hmph, she's not jealous at all!

Since living with Tang Yue, Grandma Zhao had seen all sorts of fine things. She touched the jade pendant; its quality wasn't top-notch, but it was beautiful. So, she accepted Murong Minglang's offer.

"Then I'll accept it. Thank you, Xiao Lang. Okay, go back now. Come to our house again next time, and Grandma will cook you something delicious."

Murong Minglang curved his thin lips and said softly, "Okay, Grandma."

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, Tang Yue jumped down from the tree, walked to Murong Minglang's side, and put her arm around him like a good buddy.

"Alright, Grandma, I'll bring him back in a couple of days. You should go back and rest. We're leaving now."

Grandma Zhao glared at her, annoyed: "You brat, you spent the whole afternoon hanging in the tree like a monkey, without even entertaining Xiao Lang. I'll deal with you next time you come back."

Tang Yue stuck out her tongue and pleaded, "...Okay, okay, I'll let you do whatever you want when I get back. Now I really have to go, Grandma, goodbye!"

Grandma Zhao smiled, her face crinkling with wrinkles: "Okay, be careful on the road!"

"Okay, Grandma, brother, goodbye!" She completely ignored the expectant Zhao Wu.

"Lin Hao, let's go back," Tang Yue called to Lin Hao, then left with Murong Minglang.

Lin Hao picked up everything that was on the ground before stumbling and following behind.

There was no moon today, and it was quite dark. Her home was in the West Market, which was quite far from the Duke's Mansion. However, all three of them were martial artists, so seeing the road wasn't a problem, it was just a bit hard on their eyes.

Tang Yue took out a small flashlight from her bag. Despite its small size, it was quite bright. Fortunately, electricity was hard to charge in the apocalypse, so most of the electrical appliances she stored in her space were either battery-powered or solar-powered.