As Zhuang Zhou recited each word slowly, Fan Ying finally showed a slight reaction. Her eyelids trembled slightly, and then she cursed loudly.

"Zhuang Yan, you old scoundrel..."

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhou felt awkward. Damn it, could it be that Fan Ying's inability to wake up was due to her obsession with his father?

Zhuang Zhou continued to recite the scriptures. Fan Ying's unconscious cursing grew more intense.