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The Cadillac entered the scenic neighborhood, and Xu Yi quickly noticed something was amiss.

At first glance, the neighborhood seemed ordinary, but in reality, it was tightly guarded, with sentries positioned every few hundred meters.

The reason was understandable. How could a celebrity couple like the Warrens truly live in a common place? They were, after all, the face of the church.

"Mr. Ed is a bit tied up at the moment and can't get away. Please make yourself at home and rest here for a while," the driver said.

After dropping Xu Yi off, the driver left, leaving him alone in the living room.

What was this about? Was it truly inconvenient timing, or was this an intentional slight? Xu Yi was somewhat confused.

But he quickly adapted to the situation. He didn't feel any awkwardness coming to an unfamiliar place and casually took a seat on the sofa, surveying the living room.

From the living room's decor alone, one would never guess it belonged to an Exorcist—the setting was cozy and elegant, almost like the residence of an ordinary middle-class family.

The door creaked open and Xu Yi felt puzzled.

Had they returned so soon, or had he misunderstood them?

He turned his head and saw that it wasn't the Warrens who had entered but a little girl around eight or nine years old. Sculpted in delicate features, with short hair that accentuated her adorableness, her bright eyes were full of vivacity.

"Why are you in my house?" the girl asked with curiosity as she looked Xu Yi up and down.

She didn't perceive Xu Yi as a bad person; as the saying goes, "judgment is often guided by appearances," and Xu Yi's exceptional looks and constant smile made it easy for people to feel favorably toward him.

Don't think that "face control" is exclusive to adults; little girls are even more adept at being influenced by appearances.

"You must be the Warrens' daughter, right? My name is Xu Yi. I was invited to visit," Xu Yi said, having familiarized himself with the Warrens' family structure.

"I'm Judy. Isn't my dad home?" Judy asked, struggling to get through the doorway.

Only then did Xu Yi notice what Judy was holding in her hands—a drawing easel and a box of watercolors. These items were not exactly light for an eight or nine-year-old girl.

"Mr. Warren is still busy with some things," Xu Yi swiftly walked over to Judy, offering his hand. "Let me help you with those!"

Judy initially wanted to decline but suddenly her body shook and she looked up in surprise.

Xu Yi, too, sensed something and looked at Judy with astonishment.

That was "psychic resonance," which simply put, occurs when two Psychics get close to one another and their magnetic fields align, creating a resonance.

This kind of event usually happens between Psychics who have a blood relation; it's rare among strangers.

Judy's spiritual power was inherited from her mother, Rolin Warren, and this was no secret.

Could it be that his father and Judy's mother were distant relatives? Xu Yi shook his head, dismissing the ludicrous conjecture from his mind.

"It must just be a coincidence," he thought after a moment, attributing the reason to chance.

Taking advantage of Judy's momentary distraction, Xu Yi took the items from her hands. Attached to the easel was a half-finished painting of a church bathed in sunlight.

"What happened? Did you encounter trouble while painting outdoors?" Xu Yi asked with a light chuckle.

"How could you tell?" Judy asked curiously.

After their recent serendipitous encounter, Judy felt less like a stranger to Xu Yi and no longer refused his assistance.

"Clearly from this painting, the usage of colors reveals a sense of disquiet," he replied.

Xu Yi had acquired the vocabulary of an artist, but he wasn't so skilled as to discern a painter's emotions simply from the use of color.

Judy's distressed expression needed no psychological insight beyond the reach of an 80-year-old to decipher; it was apparent.

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Besides, Mr. Warren surely wouldn't leave him alone with Judy. Had there not been an accident, resulting in Judy coming home early, he certainly wouldn't have had the chance to meet her.

"Mr. Xu Yi, are you saying that what I painted is really that terrible?" Judy asked, appearing rather desperate for advice. After all, not everyone understands watercolor paintings.

Her peers from the painting outing had critiqued her, saying things like "even cats scratching and dogs clawing do a better job than Judy." Of course, they wouldn't dare say it to her face, but their whispering behind her back was even more infuriating.

Xu Yi smiled knowingly. Isn't this right up his alley?

"Judy, you need to understand something. Sometimes, when people criticize you, it's not because you're doing poorly. It could very well be out of their jealousy," Xu Yi began to offer Judy psychological guidance.

Judy blinked in surprise.

Xu Yi then suddenly shifted his tone, "Besides, your drawing isn't bad; on the contrary, it can be said to be very talented. At least when it comes to form and proportion, it's quite accurate. It's just the use of colors that needs improvement."

"Mr. Xu Yi, you know how to paint, too?" Judy's attention was caught.

"Just average, enough to hold an art exhibition," Xu Yi said "modestly".

Judy's eyes immediately lit up.

"Let me teach you about color matching! First, you need to understand the emotions represented by each color..."

While instructing Judy on painting, Xu Yi also provided psychological guidance. Combined with Judy's "color control" attribute, she soon cheered up and unraveled her emotional knots.

And Xu Yi reaped some rewards as well.

"Brother Xu Yi, why should I use red here?"

"Brother Xu Yi, you're really amazing, how do you know so much? I want to go to the amusement park tomorrow, can you come with me?"

He smoothly gained a little fan girl.

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The setting sun cast a golden hue on the land as Ed dragged his weary body home.

"Is that man still inside?" Allen pushed open the car door and asked the assistant who came to meet him.

The assistant nodded, hesitated, but finally decided to mind his own business and answered, "He's been in the living room all afternoon."

Ed nodded in satisfaction. It was true he had work to do, but he also intended to give Xu Yi the cold shoulder.

The man had come to their door carrying the Exorcism Treasure Chest, which was no small favor to the Lopez family.

However, since the Lopez family wasn't in the position to meet with him directly, the favor could only be repaid by Ed, as his family and the Lopezes were long-time acquaintances.

What if the man made outrageous requests?

That's when he thought of this plan, to leave Xu Yi hanging to face reality.

Ed stood in front of the door, thinking that after sitting in the hall for so long, the man must be restless, or at least extremely bored by now, right?

As the door swung open, crisp and cheerful laughter flowed out, leaving Ed frozen in place.

How come the situation was different from what he had expected?

The young man was comfortably lounging on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

The can of coffee beans was right beside him—his favorite Blue Mountain coffee. But Ed remembered clearly that he had locked those beans in the cabinet.

"Judy! When did you get back?" Ed's gaze shifted and he spotted Judy sitting next to the young man.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

At that moment, Judy was holding a paintbrush, writing and drawing on the paper, occasionally letting out light laughs, her smile as sweet as sunflowers basked in sunlight.

But Ed felt sour because his daughter never seemed that happy when she was with him.

"Mr. Warren, you're back? There are some little cakes here that taste quite nice, would you like to try them?" Xu Yi got up to greet him.

A muscle twitched in Ed's cheek; why did it feel like he was the guest visiting?

"Daddy!" Judy quickly contained her smile and stood up to greet him respectfully.

Was that attempt to suppress your smile genuine? Ed felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

"Judy moved the slippers under the cupboard, Mr. Warren, would you like to change into them?" Xu Yi appeared to want to get a pair of slippers for Ed.

Only then did Ed notice that Xu Yi was wearing slippers, and they were his...

His eyelid twitched slightly.

Ed looked at Judy, and feeling Ed's gaze, she involuntarily shrank back.

Ed felt bitter inside; everything was clear now. The coffee beans had been taken out of the locked cabinet by Judy, and she had given the slippers to the young man as well.

"Oh! Thank you!"

When the slippers were offered to him, Ed instinctively thanked him, then his smile froze on his face.

Why did he say thank you? Shouldn't he have grabbed the slippers and then smacked them across that detestable face?

After stepping through the threshold, Ed habitually pulled on the door handle, and the door clicked shut.

"Judy, Mr. Warren must be thirsty, pour him a glass of water, warm is fine," Xu Yi enthusiastically took Ed's coat.

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"Right away, Brother Xu Yi," Judy nodded subconsciously, having done many chores for Xu Yi that afternoon; it had almost become a habit.

Ed's composure completely collapsed; he shouldn't be inside, he should be outside!