"So I really did trick it out of you."
Yang Xiaoyun glanced at Su Mo and gave a helpless smile.
Fang Jie was still a teenager after all; his temperament really was a bit simple.
The complexity he was barely managing to put on now, no doubt was still roused by hatred.
Otherwise, in the Jianghu, how could one not train in martial arts properly and instead run off to study books?
Did he think the sage's teachings could protect a corner of peace in this chaotic Jianghu?
With a child this pure, how could he possibly be a match for Su Mo?
She cast a glance at the smile on Su Mo's face and couldn't help feeling a bit helpless.
Dignified Nanhai Supreme, yet he was this pleased with himself teasing a child.
Sometimes he looked so shrewd and deep-thinking, and now he was actually this childish.
Su Mo had no idea his beloved wife was silently complaining; he only smiled lightly:
"In truth, I didn't know. But now I do."
"You…"
For a moment Fang Jie didn't know what to do.
