Mengmeng's voice stopped abruptly, and she tucked her neck in, no longer speaking, silently chanting in her heart, "A good baby doesn't fight with the master! A good baby doesn't fight with the master!"
"Read the contents above," Mu Qingge spoke again.
Mengmeng quickly opened the scroll and scanned through its contents. After finishing, she looked up and said, "Reporting to master, Mengmeng has finished reading."
"How is it?" Mu Qingge asked.
Mengmeng furrowed her brow, and said seriously, "Hmm, Mengmeng thinks the person who wrote this must be a narcissistic pervert! And definitely very sharp-tongued, not even sparing the abnormal fire."
Mu Qingge's face darkened, grinding her teeth, "Who asked you about that?"
"Then what does the master want to know?" Mengmeng blinked innocently.
"Abnormal fire!" Mu Qingge almost squeezed out these two words from between her teeth.
