"Shi Beihai’s daughter indeed," Madam Ye praised as she read the battle report over and over again.
Nian Tingfeng stood at the side, smiling. "Like father, like daughter indeed. She’s quite similar to her father. I was also very surprised when I received the report and only handed it over to you after three confirmations."
"Yeah." Madam Ye sighed sorrowfully. "It’s been so many years since the blood catastrophe, and speaking of which, this is the first time the God of Blood’s organizational structure has been destroyed."
Nian Tingfeng responded respectfully, "It’s all because of your wisdom, Madam. The situation was so rotten, but you emerged, overturned it, and saved us from the crisis."
Madam Ye burst into laughter. "You’re getting better at bootlicking, eh."
Nian Tingfeng cried out, "These are my heartfelt words! Others aren’t aware of your troubles, but I’ve seen them all."