"Haha...hah, oh my God, and here I thought you were going to say something exciting," Jiho smirked as she folded her hands in front of her chest and looked at Oldman Su. Seeing her smile, Oldman Su felt a shiver down his spine. He didn't know why, but it felt like the god of death was smiling in front of him.
"What, old man, cat? Oh, sorry, pig got your tongue?"
"You... who do you call a pig?" Oldman Su pointed his trembling fingers at Jiho and looked at her with an unbelievable expression. Of course, after hearing Jiho's words, he already knew what she meant by that, but how could... how could a scholar be like this?
"Of course, the one who answered." Jiho was still standing in her place with a smile, but Oldman Su felt like someone had just slapped his face.
"Hehe," as people started to laugh, Oldman Su's face turned red. But instead of blaming Jiho, he looked at Su's brothers who were standing behind Jiho with a smile.
