"You're the bastard!"
Taotie ruthlessly retorted.
Wasn't Taotie an old hand, how could he not hear that the other side was cursing him to be a thousand-year-old turtle?
Mouth-strong King wasn't just all talk.
He went straight into battle mode and started the quarrel!
"Oh?"
"Are you sure I'm the bastard?"
The woman said faintly.
"You were the first to curse me!"
Taotie didn't care about cherishing the fairer sex.
The quarrel was over.
"Alright, alright!"
"You dog of a man, I'll just strangle to death the little bastard you fathered, then I'll have it out with you!"
The woman on the phone sneered coldly.
Boom—
Taotie was struck as if by lightning.
"What did you say?"
"What have you given birth to for me?"
Taotie quickly pressed.
Taotie's expression at this moment was extraordinarily vivid.
Even the Sichuan Opera face-changing didn't change as quickly as his.
"Nothing!"
"I gave birth to a kid five years ago, and I've no idea which son of a turtle he belongs to."
