Liu Ji, with the attitude of a bystander, looked back at the woman still kneeling on the ground and curiously inquired:
"Wife, who is that person? Did you reject her because you think she's too ugly to take in as an ugly apprentice?"
Qin Yao reminded him, "Liu Laosan, watch what you say. She has a name, it's Yin Le. The scars on her face were self-inflicted with a fire poker."
Dear God, to be that harsh on oneself? Liu Ji inhaled sharply in his mind.
At the same time, he felt relieved. Luckily, the fierce wife didn't take her in; otherwise, he would have two ruthless people around him, and he didn't know how he would live like that.
"Right, she just said something about Beauty Pan being a pawn, and Zhao something Ta is the one who killed Shaoyao. Who is Shaoyao? And who is Zhao Ta?" Liu Ji's gossiping soul burned fiercely.
Qin Yao turned to give him a cold glance, "Do you want to know?"
Liu Ji hesitated for a fraction of a second and decisively shook his head, "I don't."
