Kong Ci glared furiously at Lu Bei, trembling with rage. "You're already his damn father, yet you're asking whether we're married? Is that something a human would say?"
Even the First Generation Monster Emperor couldn't say such a thing!
The 'father and son' demons stared at each other. Weng Chong stepped forward, grabbed Kong Ci, stroked his bird head, and said, "You just managed to persuade your father to come back. How did you end up arguing with him again? Go to the pavilion and put away Mother's embroidery."
Whenever the father-and-son pair quarreled, Weng Chong always played peacemaker. This time was no exception. She sent Kong Ci aside to cool his head.
Kong Ci was unwilling to leave. If he walked away, wouldn't another bird mouth soon be added to the household? He immediately suppressed his anger, put on an embarrassed smile, and apologized to his 'dear father.'
"Dad... I... was wrong."
"What? Speak louder. I can't hear you!"
Lu Bei dug at his ear and shamelessly leaned toward Kong Ci. Wearing Kong Ji's face, his profile was especially punchable, and he nearly infuriated Kong Ci to death.
Kong Ci drew a deep breath and gathered strength on the spot.
"Fine, I understand. You don't need to say it again."
Lu Bei patted Kong Ci's bird head and forced him to spin a hundred and eighty degrees on the spot. At the same time, he looked at Weng Chong with a smile and said blandly, "What's so interesting about embroidery at home? Come with your husband to Gaiyuan City. We haven't gone out to relax together in ages."
Weng Chong was stunned. A moment later, she agreed with feigned composure.
She was somewhat flustered. Touching her face, she remembered that she had not applied her makeup today, and that