Everyone had fully understood one sentence from Yun Chujiu—that she was more shameless than the most shameless person!
Who agreed with you?! Who agreed to give you the consolation money?!
Did you not feel guilty saying that yourself?!
Master Xuanyuan's face darkened slightly. "Yun Chujiu, when did I agree to give you the consolation money?"
Yun Chujiu said with a twitch, "Didn't you say to put aside the matter of the consolation money for now? Didn't you mean to put it aside for later? Did I misunderstand? Forget it, if you don't want to give it, then so be it. Anyway, you have a bigger say in this than I do so I couldn't possibly argue.
"Master, you've ascended and are enjoying your life, leaving me, your poor disciple, alone. How pitiful! Not only was I struck by lightning, I'm so poor that I can't even afford to buy a bed. Master..."
Master Xuanyuan was so angry that his face contorted!
'This Yun Chujiu! What a little scoundrel!
