If Zhou Jing's fourth aunt, Zhou Hua, had left a bit of leeway in her words, the new girl left no room for mercy at all with her biting tongue.
Chen Zhezhe frowned. This wasn't just directed at him; she had dragged his sister into it as well. Flesh and blood could only take so much.
Given his usual easygoing nature—the kind where if someone pushed him too far, he would risk his life—he had already sent Zhang Ze off to the Seven-Yin Bone-Corroding Soul-Devouring Banner to serve as a yin spirit. How could he possibly care about a sharp-tongued, ill-mannered girl like this?
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