"Come on, don't, I read your face—your Family must have a sick person, right? And it's the tricky, rare kind of illness. As it happens, I'm pretty decent at medicine, I can treat your family member!" Qiao Qiqi immediately pulled aside the two men shielding her and stepped out to speak.
Rong You: "?"
Feng Xiling: "??"
The people behind them heard what Qiqi said and once again raised the guns in their hands in perfect unison, all aiming at her—at least a few dozen.
However, this man's subordinates looked utterly shocked, nervously turning to their boss.
Qiqi instantly caught that reaction. No way—she'd just been talking nonsense, and she'd actually hit the mark.
"How old are you to be shooting your mouth off like that? You can cure people? Have you even graduated from med school?" One of the underlings glared at Qiqi and questioned coldly.
