Feng Shuyu Vents Her Anger

On a high stage surrounded by many spectators, Feng Shuyu was standing tall looking out over the crowd. Behind her was a freshly shaven middle aged man standing there clenching his fist as his pink frilly dress fluttered in the wind. Feng Shuyu finally turned and looked at the man on stage and gave a beautiful blinding smile. "You know Father pink is really your color! It is no wonder you like dicks so much!"

"Wu Shuyu what do you plan to do!?" General Wu no longer showed his normal arrogant self. Not in the face of a core formation expert. He knew now that he could no longer act like he used to. This daughter of his, that he used to call a waste and trash was now standing at the top of the secular world.