Niu Fenjiao had been giving Zhuang Tiande a piece of her mind for more than ten minutes without rest. She was now sitting comfortably on the sofa sipping water to soothe her parched throat.
She hurried over to Sun Xing when he came into the room and held her hand against his sly cheeky face dearly. "My darling baby, what are you doing here? Didn't Mum promise you that I would get that slut to your room to accompany you tonight? What if you catch a cold coming here?"
"Mum, didn't we catch her more than an hour ago? Why isn't she coming over? I can't wait any longer!" Sun Xing said anxiously.
Niu Fenjiao poked Sun Xing's dry forehead in jest. "You impatient boy. Priest Liu just healed your wounds. Just a little longer."
Niu Fenjiao turned to Zhuang Tiande and blasted Zhuang Tiande again. "Zhuang Tiande, you heard my son. I have also given you one hour to persuade that little b*tch. Make up your mind. My son is waiting!"