Yun Jian’s words were not a joke.
Her cold words, so cold that no one could tell that she was joking, made everyone’s hearts tremble violently.
“Assassin organization? What assassin organization? What kind of organization is an assassin organization?”
Ma Aihua was an authentic rural woman. In the end, she had become such a cunning old woman.
She had lived in the countryside for almost her entire life. She was like Zhang Meihua. She would gather with a group of old women, munching on sunflower seeds and bragging about how well her descendants were studying and which high school or university they had enrolled in, how high their income was after graduation.
They would flaunt as much as they could.
However, the term assassin organization was completely unfamiliar to MA aihua.
