"...They fought?" The old Master Fu asked.
He wasn't surprised by the fight between Qiao Chuchu and Fu Ziqian.
He didn't know if it was because Chuchu and Ziqian's horoscopes were incompatible, but the two had been fighting ever since they were young.
Basically, they had a small fight every three days and a big fight every five days.
"…"
Guard Wang thought his commander really lacked imagination.
When they were young, Young Master and Miss Qiao indeed fought frequently, but now, both Young Master and Miss Qiao were adults. How could they still be fighting like kids?
"No." Guard Wang blushed slightly. Even though he was a middle-aged man, still... talking about these things made him blush.
Old Master Fu looked at the guard in confusion: "Then what happened?"
Guard Wang, cheeks blushing, thought for a moment before saying: "Old Master... when I went to deliver clothes to the Young Master, he was in Miss Qiao's boudoir, and... he had scratches all over his chest and arms..."
