Qin Jiu'er saw the suspicion written on Lu Yunlan's face—a sight she had grown used to, as those who doubted her would soon understand her true strength.
"You said that all you needed was three hours to cure my wife, right? If you can't do it after three hours, then you'd better be prepared to have your master come and kowtow to apologize to me."
If it weren't for Qin Jiu'er's boastful claims, Chen Wenzhou probably wouldn't have given her the chance to practice on his wife.
Upon hearing his words, Qin Jiu'er couldn't help but smile faintly, her smile sunny and pure, hardly fitting of someone known as a master of poisons.
Chen Wenzhou wouldn't have had such doubts if he'd been dealing with Song Miaoyu instead, for she seemed dangerous, like a venomous snake lurking in its cave, waiting to strike the unwary and render them dead.
But Qin Jiu'er seemed more like a cute and naive little white rabbit, so harmless that it was hard to let down one's guard and trust her.
