Liu Caiyi snorted coldly. “I’m getting old. It’s inevitable that I’m a little old and muddle-headed.”
Some people could turn a blind eye to master Yu’s protection.
But she could not.
She was the Messenger of justice!
She could not stand anything unfair in this world.
She would definitely make ye Zhuo stand higher and fall more miserably!
Liu Caiyi held mother Liu’s hand, she smiled and said, “Mom, don’t worry. When I become the President of the Chinese Arts Association, I Won’t be far away from becoming an elder. At that time, I will definitely join hands with the president and chief of the calligraphy and chess world, as well as the president and chief of the literary world, to let them clean up the internal atmosphere! Clean Up the house!”
Liu Caiyi was determined to become the president.
Her life would not stop at the president.
In the future, she would be an elder, the chief elder, and the chief president!
What About Ye Zao?