Returning to Liu Tuzhang's cloth shop, Liu Tuzhang had taken Yang Qianyuan away and was not there. The place had already been taken over by the Holy Daughter, who sat leisurely in a position of authority in the main hall, leaning back in her seat.
"You all go change clothes first; you're covered in blood that's both smelly and fishy, even clotted—truly an eyesore," Xia Chichi pretended to hold her nose and made a face of disgust: "I really don't know how you can bear it inside there. I heard that someone likes to explore secret realms with stinky girls. It seems to be true; I wonder what kind of weird fetish that is."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
That's too blunt... I'm not saying it, but if Yue Hongling were here, I feel like you'd get beaten...
Forget it, she's anxious outside, and inside... well, I'm truly in the wrong, Zhao Changhe couldn't retort and could only say, "Then we'll go change first."
