"What was that for?" The man turned anxious.
"What are you glaring back at me for? Don't you see the young lady with a child? Aren't you going to give up your seat? What happened to being cultured and polite? Are you retarded?" the middle-aged woman shouted.
The man was stunned when he heard that as he looked in Ouyang Fenghua's direction, dazed.
Ouyang Fenghua's face blushed as she felt a string of curses run across her head. Did she appear that old? With a child?
Fangzheng was also rendered speechless. What the heck?
The man quipped, "How long have you not gone up the mountain? This is Venerable One's child…"
"Ah!? Venerable One, you got married? Aiyah, Lady, you have good taste. Eh, that's not right. Can monks get married?" The middle-aged woman was a little ditsy, but she was not slow to react.
