"A mere child dares to speak such wild words!"
Sensing such a rebuttal sensitively, Yi Enyang immediately turned around and lashed out upon seeing the five-year-old little one being held in someone's arms.
Among the guests at this birthday banquet were the rich and noble; many knew Tang Wenhuo. Though they didn't know who the little one he was holding was, in such a situation, an adult would surely intervene.
Yet what followed was a soft, calm yet extremely sharp voice.
"I see you've only grown in age but have grown blind at heart, daring to earn unscrupulous money!"
"Hah, I earn unscrupulous money? I clearly do it to advise others not to be deceived by these swindlers of Jianghu!"
The other party paused only for a moment and then calmly retorted, "Do you call this earning unscrupulous money?"
Tang Jin's large cat pupils were pitch black, her face stern and serious as a baby's, and even the gloss from her bald head seemed to radiate exceptionally.
