What the hell? Zhao Yuan still didn't understand. She had merely asked properly—why was Monk Jishi beside her now red-faced, eyes blazing? You said yourself you could handle it. Why are you still being so polite with me?
The great monk's dignity had been dragged down to that of a country bumpkin by Zhao Yuan. Zhao Qian laughed until her whole body trembled, utterly enchanting.
Yu Xiaoxue hadn't figured it out either. In any case, she was only there to watch the fun.
"Then let's start with the third daughter's side." Zhao Family's old madam coughed, only to realize with shock that she, too, had been corrupted by her own third daughter and started using vulgar words.
Back then, the third daughter had been willful. She hadn't even finished high school before running off with a gangster. Because of that, Zhao Family had nearly severed ties with her several times. But the world was full of wonders. Her man had somehow stumbled into success, and in little more than ten years had built quite a business, leaving the Zhao Family members stunned. At the same time, it had created the arrogant and overbearing Zhao Yuan of today, who believed money could move the gods, felt little affection for her family, and knew only how to show off and order people around.
"Mom, you really know your stuff." Zhao Yuan immediately became extremely pleased.
"Zhao Xi, Zhao Zhou, you two brothers take the other masters to the estate to rest first. Then bring your children to the old man's house." Zhao Family's old madam spoke as she prepared to push Zhao Family's old madam to the lodging area.
Zhao Yuan hurried over to take the wheelchair and chat with Zhao Family's old madam. The group of monks followed the two of