"Ah," Hu Daoke slammed his thigh with frustration after understanding Luo'er's words, "I knew Azita was no good, if only I had taken care of him right from the start, we wouldn't be dealing with all this trouble now."
"Humph, Monday morning quarterback!" Fulajie'er said with disdain.
"Eh..." Hearing Fulajie'er's words, Hu Daoke was suddenly at a loss for words.
What struck him as odd was that Fulajie'er had not spoken in her Southern Tasta accent but had instead used somewhat awkward Chinese.
"What's with the 'Eh'?" Fulajie'er asked.
"No, I just feel like you've been a bit off lately," Hu Daoke pondered for a moment before speaking up.
"What's off?" Fulajie'er was clearly taken aback by Hu Daoke's question.
"How do I feel like you're acting like Sister Moumou lately?" Hu Daoke scrutinized Luo'er, speaking up and down. Since Fulajie'er was not visible, he assumed she was still around Luo'er.
