"Even now, are you still pretending to be crazy and foolish?"
Ouyang Chuchen's gaze turned cold, and his voice erupted like thunder, chilling to the bone. He stared fiercely at the withered old man and shouted sharply, "Xuanyuan, hand her over immediately, or today I'll flatten this Divine Pavilion."
"Even if you flatten the Divine Pavilion, I still don't know who the 'her' you speak of is."
The withered old man chuckled helplessly and shook his head. He had lived for so many years, weathered countless storms; if it wasn't something he was responsible for, he would certainly never admit it.
Moreover, the person lecturing the Divine Pavilion now was Ouyang Chuchen; even if this matter was related to the Divine Pavilion, the withered old man had to find a way to dissociate it.
"Xiaobao, come out, and see who exactly took your mother away."
At this moment, Ouyang Chuchen's voice softened a bit, and from behind him emerged a young child, not very old, looking quite adorable.
