Chapter 213 Bai Yan is Here 1 ” (2/2)

Poor Di Cang, just because of this reason beyond his control, the road for him to win over his wife and child had turned into a treacherous climb as a result of this unwarranted event.

Swiping a flash of iciness across her eyes, the woman stares directly at the boy: “Did your mother not teach you any manners? If she didn’t, I won’t mind showing you what it means to be morally etiquette!”

Humph, as if I would be jealous of a whore! I’m only annoyed that another woman is pestering him.

“Meow.” Giving his paws a lick, Little Rice clearly showed disdain in his eyes when looking at the intruder.

By this point Old Lord Lan was starting to get anxious because he can clearly see the worsening situation around themselves. Without his son and the other men in the house around, they are no match for the woman. As such, he can only give his wife a wink to signal his intent.

Understanding what her husband meant by that gesture, the old granny immediately ran over to pick up the young boy. Patting his head dearly, Old Madam Lan thought her gesture would keep her great grandchild from being frightened.

“Before you came to look for my granddaughter, have you inquired about her identity yet? My granddaughter is the mistress of the Flower Brothel. If a fight ensues, there’s no telling who will come out on top. Are you certain you want to do this?”

Narrowing her eyes at the warning, Mu Qing Song’s aura clearly weakened somewhat: “Nothing but a woman of low standing, as if I would be deterred by a whore.”

But…. the fact that Bai Ruo would hide this fact from me is unforgivable!

“Hoho,” the woman in green sarcastically snickered. Wiping the trickle of blood from the scratch wound done in by the tiger cub, her eyes were full of ridicule and contempt as she spoke: “You actually think our Music Valley would be inferior to that Flower Brothel? Let me tell you, every female personnel in our order are clean and pure. How can those whores even be placed in the same category as us?”

Her meaning can’t get anymore more obvious there: The Flower Brothel are made up of dirty whores while their Music Valley are comprised of fairy goddesses. Even if the world are to choose one, it will definitely be the Music Valley!

“Little Rice, bite her!”