"Tell me, Sister Fu San, why are you smiling like that? Have your schemes succeeded?"
Hu Jiuze's gaze fell upon Fu San.
As Mrs. Tang's close friend, Fu San's strength and skills were quite formidable.
One could even say that Mrs. Tang was the cultured and refined type of defensive heroine.
Whereas Fu San was highly aggressive.
Fu San snorted, "What scheme succeeded? I'm just mocking you and the Mountain Ghost. Is this how you trained Tang Mosheng's son? I've stirred so much trouble in West Desolation City, and only now does he think of bringing me and Old Li over. With such capability, you expect him to fend off those demons from the Demon Abyss."
Fu San was naturally sharp-tongued, and her words were like daggers piercing into Hu Jiuze.
Hu Jiuze always felt indebted to Tang Ming's family. Seeing Tang Ming so busy, and how he rose step by step to become the City Lord of West Continent City under his father's arrangement, she understood this very well.
