Gu Qiqi only heard a particularly sharp and ear-piercing voice.
"Who are you asking? That old piece of trash whose name was written backwards? Chu Yangfeng? No, no, no! He's called Feng Yangchu now!"
"Yes, yes. I heard that he's holed up in a lousy academy leading a bunch of trash students and living a life worse than death!"
"Really? We're going to travel to his country one day and admire him in person. Hahaha!"
"You can! If you piss on his head now, I guarantee he won't even fart!"
"Hahaha, whoever wants to spray pee on him should find a young and beautiful girl's pee!"
"Tsk tsk, I wonder if Feng Yangchu has a daughter…"
"Even without a daughter, a female disciple can still do it…"
Gu Qiqi frowned when she heard these dirty words.
Who was insulting her master?
The bistro was dimly lit. She took a few steps inside and found an inconspicuous seat by a screen door.
