When Feng Jiu saw the old mans' triumphant expression, her mouth twitched slightly. Even if he had dared to speak it, she was afraid to listen. She turned slightly to the other side and took another sip of wine.
Upon seeing that the Little Scoundrel had ignored him and turned his back towards him and drank more wine, the old man stared at him: "Little Scoundrel, did you hear a word I said?! Little Scoundrel!"
When he saw that he was being ignored, the old man jumped in front of him: "I'm talking to you!"
"I'm not a Little Scoundrel." Feng Jiu replied. She held the wine gourd in her arms and refused to give him any.
"You are a Little Scoundrel! You took a treasure from me the first time I met you. If you aren't a Little Scoundrel then what are you?" He became angry when he spoke about this matter, this kid was cunning.
