"I know! I know!!" Zhang Fatty cried, pounding the ground frantically: "What kind of devil stuff did that old master put on her! That damn bastard's what, some Ghost Flower Academy sect, brainwashed her like this—" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: "Why are you dragging your feet again",This… I can hug. How come you, Seventh Uncle, can’t。