"Wow, thank you, Miss Shengji."
"You should call me Master."
"I can call you Master, but you look so young and beautiful. You don't look like an old master at all. When I see you, I want to call you Miss Shengji!"
As she took away the two incredibly valuable ten-thousand-year-old peaches, she hooked Fantian Shengji's hand with her small, chubby fingers, cautiously and endearingly cute.
Fantian Shengji was almost charmed into a trap by this sweet little chubby girl.
Too sweet.
Really too sweet.
Her motherly instincts seemed to be fully activated.
Fang Yourong: "....."
She seemed to recall how she and Fifth Daoling were fanatically charmed back then.
While Fang Yourong was lost in thought, Fantian Shengji wavered between the sweet "Miss Shengji" and the formal "Master," but she finally made a decision.
"You should still call me Master."
