Night Dream looked at Fang Che and found him somewhat amusing. She transmitted, "You're pretending to be so well-behaved right now. Don't tell me your true nature won't be exposed later?"
Fang Che put on a stern face and scolded his wife, "What are you talking about? Your man has always been upright, serious, meticulous, and proper, all right? You should know that the more you speak, the more likely you are to slip up. Words are worth their weight in gold!"
"Roar, roar, roar..."
Night Dream was laughing herself to death.
She lowered her head and covered her mouth, afraid that laughing too loudly would be undignified.
Fang Che snorted. "My reputation in the Guardians and the Sole True Sect is universally acclaimed."
"Pfft... Hahaha..."
Night Dream finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
She twisted back and forth in her chair as she laughed.
Those four words—"universally acclaimed"—had become impossible to hear now.
Whether it was Night Demon or Fang the Butcher, they were both universally acclaimed throughout the Guardians and the Sole True Sect Continent: as in, universally acclaimed on tombstones!
Finally.
Feng Yunqi returned from his room, looking puzzled. "Why are you little lovebirds laughing so happily?"
"Haha... Master, you don't know..." Night Dream was just about to complain.
"Uncle."
Fang Che stood up with a refined, solemn, serious, and obedient expression. "Your nephew has brought you some fruit. What other meeting gift would you like? Look at how busy you are..."
Feng Yunqi's smile grew even more benevolent, but he glared at him. "Only juniors are allowed to offer filial devotion, but I, your uncle, am not allowed to give a return gift? I have to return this gift! Otherwise, where would that leave your uncle's dignity?"
"Yes, yes, yes... Please sit down first, old man.