The most detestable one is that Li Mengjun. Clearly, for all these years, the one who has been steadfastly guarding this place is herself, yet every time a report is made, it must be communicated through her mouth.
And even the fruits she personally picked didn't allow her the chance to present them herself.
The more Zhou Ying thought about it, the more hatred filled her heart, and the aura around her started to become gloomy.
The subordinates who were originally flattering her began to slowly distance themselves upon realizing this fact.
This old woman, though small and delicate in appearance, has a poisonous heart; they definitely don't want to become tools for her venting!
Meanwhile, not far away, Sikong Wuyou sat high on a peach tree branch, watching Bai Su and Wen Jing busily hurrying below.
"Sir, everything is picked," Bai Su said, looking up towards Sikong Wuyou in the tree.
Sikong Wuyou immediately jumped down from the tree, "Then let's go."
