What kind of person started by asking if someone would sell them a planet?!
Shen Tang took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to hit someone.
Of course, she didn't mean the Red-haired Woman.
Though the Red-haired Woman was actually over two hundred years old—a venerable age by human standards—that was less than a fraction of a fraction of Shen Tang's age. She was still a little baby by comparison. And in terms of seniority, she was a junior. Shen Tang wasn't so shameless as to bully someone younger than her.
The one she wanted to hit was the "Father" the Red-haired Woman had mentioned.
"That stinking fox sure is loaded."
Loaded in every sense of the word.
He was a magnate in the mortal world and elsewhere alike.
In the future, when Wuhui and the others joined the Demon Race, they wouldn't be able to grow simply by living on wind and dew, no matter how talented they were. She'd still have to pour resources into their education. Meanwhile, she was at an awkward stage where she was broke in every possible sense. Hearing the Red-haired Woman say that just made her mad.
The Red-haired Woman heard the gritted teeth in her voice.
Without hesitation, she sold out her rather unreliable adoptive father. "Your Highness, if you hit Father, you can't hit your junior too."
As far as she knew, the earlier someone's sequence, the stronger that person was.
Her adoptive father was Tenth Old, at the very bottom.
If it came to blows, he'd be the one getting thrashed.
Shen Tang said, "You're quite the 'dutiful daughter.'"
The pair weren't nearly as devoted to each other as they appeared.
The woman pretended not to hear and put on a modest, gentle air, though her words were laced with