"Ye Wanjun! It's all your fault, teaching the child such absurd phrases like 'combat five scum'. Jiujiu, my baby, has a better memory than us, better to vent my anger at you, the godmother who forgets things easily."
"You gave birth to a gifted child, and you blame me? Besides, Jiujiu isn't wrong, your combat strength is indeed low! I've told you to learn some basic self-defence techniques, they're reliable in a fight! If it weren't for your weak combat strength lowering our standards this time, I could have slapped that green tea bitch down onto the ground."
As Ye Wanjun spoke, she even started acting out her words. Eleven held her forehead in despair.
She always felt that under the leadership of Godmother Ye, Jiujiu's future was concerning...
"Exactly!" Fang Jiujiu unconditionally agreed with Ye Wanjun," If it wasn't for Fang Eleven dragging us down, Godmother wouldn't have been hurt! I bet, you were just getting in the way."
