"Exactly."
Hee Qingshang's lackey, Hee Jiumei, also looked down on Fu Yongyi. With a disdainful side glance at Fu Yongyi, she said coldly:
"We Hee Family are a Ninth-Grade Noble Family of hundreds of years. Not to mention Tier One Fruit Wine, even Tier Two Spirit Wine is what we sisters drink on a daily basis."
"Ninth Sister, why bother saying so much to him? Don't lower your own status."
"Eldest Sister is absolutely right."
Hee Jiumei covered her mouth with a smile, whispering in Hee Qingshang's ear:
"I heard that Fu Yongyi brought bad luck and killed his own mother at birth, and his biological father was just a mere commoner. Born lowly, with a doomed fate, hideously ugly, and without self-awareness, truly like a toad wanting to eat swan meat!"
The voice seemed very low.
But everyone present was a cultivator.
How could they not hear?
Hee Jiumei's face was full of disdain and she wanted to mock him further.
Indifferent.
Just two slapping sounds were heard.
