Meanwhile, Yan Shu'er pointed an accusatory finger at Mo Xixi again, scowling.
"Who you calling brat, you red-headed little carrot stick?!"
Mo Xixi's eye twitched.
Her cheeks puffed up.
She blew out hard, waving her drink hand as if Shu'er's words physically offended her soul.
"Shut your face, you frail moldy dumpling - !"
Kurome choked on her Peach Oolong Tea.
Tian Lu calmly pulled the can away from her before she spilled it on the table.
"Kids."
"Stop."
This was not part of the store handbook.
However, before Tian Lu could even say more.
Two heads snapped toward him in perfect sync.
Mo Xixi and Yan Shu'er both shouted:
"Who are you calling a kid?!"
"Old man!"
"Tian!"
Tian Lu froze.
For a split second, the air around him felt colder. He closed his eyes.
He could handle sword slashes, forbidden formations, assassination attempts.
But this?
This was true suffering.
He swore he aged another decade just sitting here.
