Shen Zhimei looked around and found Jiashu with his little friends, so she pulled out a chair and sat down, "Don't teach my son bad things."
Nan Wan tilted her head teasingly, "Aren't you going to meet your future daughter-in-law?"
"I think it's more important for you to meet your boss," Shen Zhimei said as she took the teacup Nan Wan handed her, holding it in her palms, bringing it to her lips to blow, and added, "and bring my son back along the way."
Nan Wan frowned; in the past, it wasn't just a boss, it was also a deity she couldn't afford to offend.
"Who gave birth to him, you or me?"
People who don't know Shen Zhimei often get the first impression that she's a goddess untouched by worldly concerns, but once they get to know her, they'll find out she's not as harmless as she seems.
She's the kind who can kill without spilling blood. For instance, right now, "A 26-year-old virgin, why don't you try having one and show me."
