"Where is he!? Where is he!? Where is he!?"
Meng Fuyao chewed on a blade of grass and answered lazily, "That long-faced fellow? There's a war going on ahead, and there's a shortage of men, so he's been pulled into it."
"Really?" Ya Lanzhu questioned half-believingly. "You look familiar," she then added with a crooked head.
"Makes sense," replied Meng Fuyao, laughing. "I'm the teacher of your neighbor's paternal aunt's older cousin's maternal aunt's sister's cheating husband's mistress' sister."
Ya Lanzhu opened her eyes wide while using her hand to calculate the tangled and complicated relationships. After some thought, she raised her brow in anger. "You're playing me," she growled, throwing a karate chop forward.
