"Besides, I came to you today to get you to check on my eyes and cure this strange condition of mine. I'm asking you to mind your own business!"
Su Nian took another bite of her peach, her expression arrogant. "You think this is meddling? Then get lost!"
Su Nian had always been willful, and she casually tossed the red envelope Zhang had just given her right back at him.
Zhang was already furious, grumbling and cursing as he turned to leave.
But for some reason, he was suddenly seized by a sense of dread. Using his phone screen as a mirror, he saw that his eyes were even more swollen.
"Streamer, Heavenly Venerable Bailian, I know I was wrong. I won't do it again."
As a worldly man who knew how to read a room, Zhang immediately bowed his proud head.
Su Nian watched him with a placid expression. "I'll tell you this much: your eyes are going to explode in ten minutes, and I'm the only person here who can handle it."
