"I'm just talking nonsense?"
Xia Chaoge clenched her pink fists, lightly hitting the water surface, splashing waves.
She pursed her lips, slightly annoyed, yet her voice remained gentle: "Uncle, this is not the first time!"
Jiang Fan said earnestly, "Chaoge, the relationship between you and me cannot entertain such jokes."
They were master and niece.
Certain boundaries cannot be crossed, even if their ages are close.
Xia Chaoge slightly bit her red lip, repeatedly wanting to speak but hesitating, finally mustering the courage to say:
"Uncle, have you forgotten the person you scratched at the Thunder Pool of the Continent's Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion?"
Hmm?
Jiang Fan was stunned.
Soon, his pupils contracted little by little, finally shrinking to the size of a needle.
He suddenly turned around, looking at Xia Chaoge in shock.
"You... you... you were the one who wielded Yin Yang Heaven?"
Xia Chaoge's complexion, which had somewhat recovered, blushed once again.
