"Damn, where did this cocky little nobody come from? How dare you stop me?" Hua Xiaoyao was instantly displeased.
"You little brat, how dare you speak so wildly? Is this how your parents taught you?"
The priest was furious too. Since taking charge of this area, he had never encountered anyone who spoke to him like that—and the other party was just a child.
Hua Qiang did not know whether to laugh or cry. His son was becoming wilder by the day.
"Xiaoyao, watch your mouth!"
"Yes, Dad!"
To be honest, Hua Xiaoyao was still somewhat afraid of his Old Man Hua Qiang, and immediately retreated.
The only reason he had not slapped the other man flying just now was because he feared his Old Man would blame him.
"Why are you stopping this Princess?" Hua Sijun spoke up. "Could this place be your private property, forbidden to enter?"
The priest looked at the exquisitely delicate little girl, as lovely as a fairy, and much of his anger faded. He explained, "This is a tourist attraction in our country. You need to buy tickets to enter, and there is only one entrance!"
"Oh—"
Hua Sijun drew out the word, lowering her tone. "So you people make money off the dead."
The priest nearly spat blood. It lodged in his chest, choking him.
How could she talk like that?
Which historical attraction did not make money off the dead?
Did that even need saying?
Once said aloud, it just sounded awful!
Pfft! Hahahaha!
Hua Jing finally could not hold back her laughter. Kim Ji-soo covered her mouth and chuckled as well, while even she, who rarely smiled, slightly raised the corners of her lips.
"Everyone, if you have come to admire our pyramid culture, please proceed to the ticket office to