"Old fox, you guessed wrong this time. I don't have a daughter."
Wu Ling had heard what he said as well and immediately came to Fu Ye's side to explain.
"Uncle old fox, I'm not Grandmaster's daughter."
Uh.
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Old fox? And Uncle? Uncle old fox?
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both smiled at the little girl's words, thinking that she was far too honest.
Ning Fengzhi's expression twitched slightly. Hey, aren't you going to stop her? She's slandering me!
No, wait! Both of you are slandering me! What old fox? I'm not an old fox!
Ning Fengzhi turned his gaze toward his youngest daughter at his side.
That was right. A glint appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes, as though she had discovered something interesting and opened the door to a whole new world.
"Dad is an Old Fo—mmph!"
Seeing that things were going south, Gu Rong instantly appeared behind Ning Rongrong and covered her mouth.
"Rongrong, although the Sect Master really is an old... cough, cough! Your father isn't some kind of fox, he..."
Gu Rong had nearly let the truth slip. Ning Fengzhi's face was now covered in black lines as he looked at Gu Rong with a trace of resentment.
How am I an old fox? Did I steal from you or deceive you?
"Alright, Wu Ling, be good. Although he really is an old fox, you can't say it right in front of him."
He likewise patted Wu Ling's little head, and she nodded as if she understood.
"Mm! Wu Ling understands. Next time, Wu Ling will say it behind his back."
Ning Fengzhi: Uh.
"Sit, everyone sit. Don't stand on ceremony."
With that, Fu Ye sat down without the slightest hesitation, while Xiao Wu and Wu Ling obligingly took seats beside him.
"Old fox Sect