Because of Xiao Xiaoxuan's acid attack on Sun Qing, Wu Qing had come to hate her intensely. His tongue was venomous, and now, when he spoke, he knew exactly where her wounds were and poked right there, his words about disfigurement turning her father's face pitch black.
"Qi Di, you—"
"What about me?"
"You, this—disgrace!"
"You got that right!" Wu Qing touched his nose and spoke with sincerity, "Uncle, you've said so much, but I feel this hits the nail on the head, perfectly..."
At this, Xiao was both puffing his cheeks and glaring angrily.
"How brave! Qi Di, I won't argue with you about this. I'll talk directly to your father about this matter and see if he's going to take responsibility!"
Before Wu Qing could speak, Zhan Se could no longer bear to listen.
Glancing at Lord Quan the Fourth and seeing his stern look and no intention of opposition, she couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
