Ye Qingci had nothing more to say.
She had seen it clearly: in their family, Seventh Master was always confident because of his advantages.
No matter how angry Qu Tianchen and Mo Ya got, they couldn't do anything to their family.
No need to worry about anything else; let themselves be satisfied first.
It's fortunate that their Seventh Master had the ability, otherwise, with Seventh Master Jian's inability to endure anything, their family would have been wiped out long ago.
Jian Shichu got into the car holding his son, "No more shopping, let's go home and apply medicine for Ah Ling. My heart aches so much, that lunatic! If she were a man, I would have taken her apart by now!"
Thinking about their son's injury, Ye Qingci was not in the mood to persuade Jian Shichu.
Their son was already over two, and apart from the occasional fall while walking, this was the first time he got hurt by someone else.
