Feng Jiu's lips twitched. What's that supposed to say? Even though she was the youngest of them all, she wasn't young enough to be his son, was she?
The two women's expressions changed when they heard this. They came to a dead end after only saying a few words. Their hearts felt stifled and so uncomfortable.
Their glance at the dishevelled Chen Dao was somewhat unsightly. They also stared angrily at Feng Jiu who was playing with the fruit in her hand. Without saying anything, the women only snorted and walked quickly toward the front.
They were too idle to even think of talking to him. This guy was truly hateful.
"Crunch."
