Bai Moyu was so angry that he gnashed his teeth together. "Fine, Yun Chujiu! Withdraw!"
The people of the Bai family moved behind Bai Moyu, and all the people of the Yun family surrounded Yun Chujiu.
Yun Chuqi pursed her lips. "Yun Chujiu, apparently you're not so useless after all."
Yun Chujiu bared her pearly whites. "Seventh Sister, I'm beginning to really find your consistent act of finding faults in me really addictive. Why don't you speak a little more for my pleasure?"
Yun Chuqi stomped her foot in anger, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.
"Bai Morou, thank you. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to get out of this situation," Yun Chujiu said with a smile.
Bai Morou snorted coldly. She was now in pain, in fear, angry, and filled with hatred. The desire to faint immediately was great in her, but her physical constitution was so good that she could not pass out even if she wanted to.
