Song Shijiu pursed her lips and looked at him heavily, then immediately leaned back, placing her mouth near A Yin’s ear where she was listening to the neighbouring table’s gossip, and said quietly, “Tu Laoyao said you gained some weight.” A Yin was intently concentrating, and didn’t have any time for his words, and only twisted her lips, cursing under her breath, “Fuck him!” Song Shijiu, satisfied, drew back, turning back with her eyelids lowered, and said to Tu Laoyao, using both his name and surname, “Tu Laoyao, fuck you.” Using what she’d just learnt in a vivid manner, even her tone and stress was precisely the same as A Yin’s; Tu Laoyao had never met an innocent and pure young lady who cursed like this, both amusing and laughable; he folded his legs and cracked a couple melon seeds, and leisurely tilted his head, pointing upwards, and said, “Your mother’s arrived.” Silly little girl, I don’t dare to raise my voice to Shiyi-jie, so I still can’t control you. Song Shijiu was moody, a