Fu Xiaomei's face turned beet red with anger, and her hands even trembled. Ning Cheng sighed to himself as he watched, knowing Fu Xiaomei for a long time, he had never seen him so enraged. No wonder he didn't want to return to the Fu Ling Villa; with such a sister, no one would wish to come back.
"What? You want to fight me? With your puny cultivation?" Fu Shengnan swept a disdainful glance at Fu Xiaomei.
"Let it go, Shengnan, your brother doesn't come back often either," a woman in a blue dress tried to mediate from the side.
Fu Shengnan gave Ning Cheng a cold look before saying to Fu Xiaomei, "Out of respect for Han Rui's face, I'll let you off this time."
After finishing her speech, she turned her gaze back to Ning Cheng and said, "I warn you, you Xuan Liquid ant, if you have designs on Fu Ling Villa's spiritual stones, wash your own neck clean, you shameless thing."
