"D*mn kid, you dare to make trouble for me. You're dead." Shen Jingli put her hands on her waist and rushed to the little boy with a face full of anger. Before she opened her mouth, the little boy spoke first, "Pretty sister, you look like a shrew." Ah! This damn kid, how dare you say that you are a shrew. Do you want to live? "Hey! Kid, who are you talking about? Look at you, you have no manners at all, and even tripped me. You have no self-cultivation, no consciousness." Shen Jingli shouted at the little boy like a shrew swearing at the street.
"D*mned kid? I'm sixteen, and my sister said that I could marry someone. I'm not a kid." The kid retorted to Shen Jingli without any sign of weakness.
"Sixteen years old? Is he? He looks pure. Although he is a little bit taller than me, he is ob
