Madam Lan had obviously never met someone like Yun Chujiu before. She was momentarily speechless, lan Luoxue suddenly stood up. “Yun Chujiu, you’re comparing me to a dancer? Apologize to me immediately!”
Yun chujiu helplessly spread her hands. “Aiyo, I’ve heard of treasure hunters, but I’ve never heard of anyone picking up curses! When did I say that you, Lan Luoxue, are a dancer? Brother Beiming, did I say that Lan Luoxue is a dancer?”
Di beiming spat out two words indifferently: “Never.”
Lan Luoxue saw the two of them chiming in, and her heart burned with jealousy: “Mother, we came to the Palace of Immortals as guests, not to be bullied. We will set off for the LAN family now.”
