After Fang Chen left the hall, Ming Yun sighed in disappointment as she remembered what her nephew Ping said to her that day.
' I do think no one can treat me like him, and yes, it's impossible to control this brat. He didn't even listen to me. Will he ever give me any higher position if he becomes Holy Son never? ' Ming Yun felt sweetness as she remembered what Ming Ping whispered in her ears, but suddenly she snorted and said.
' Hump.. you only have time to meet me when you have some work to do. After that, do you even remember your sweet and dearest Aunt? Sweet and dear my foot only when he has some work with me after that he didn't even remember me. ' She thought all this while she thought about how to deal with Fang Chen.
