Seeing the situation, the woman in white knew she couldn't talk him out of it.
She was incensed at the Blood-Robed Sword God.
What kind of father is he?
He doesn't even worry about his daughter's safety.
"Since the High Priest is going, I'm going too." The woman in white gritted her teeth and chose to take the risk.
"You're not part of my music group, nor are you my daughter, why would you want to come?" Qi Yuan looked at the woman in white with a baffled expression, "Are you trying to play the role of a shrimp head woman?"
The woman in white was at a loss for words.
A few days ago, he had been calling her boss, now he called her... shrimp head woman?
She felt helpless.
"If you want to go, you can also join my music group and play the suona."
"Otherwise, forget about it." Qi Yuan spoke. He wasn't interested in bringing more people along.
The woman in white's expression didn't change.
When had she ever been... humiliated like this?
