An Unreliable Idea

With that, the corners of Feng Qing's mouth twitched. It was as if she felt the pain in her butt already. When the time came, would it be useful to act coy and cute?

Mr. Qing Er's eyes darted around, and he snapped his fingers. "Hehe, I have an idea. Even if the Ninth Master knows your identity, he can't do anything to you!"

When Feng Qing heard that, she immediately perked up. She glared at Mr. Qing Er. "What idea? Hurry up and say it. If it's useful, I'll arrange for you to have a big meal."

Mr. Qing Er gulped and revealed a cunning expression. "Pregnant!"

Feng Qing's expression froze as her head buzzed. No matter how smart she was, she had never thought in this direction. After all, she was only so old and had no awareness of being a mother.