"I've had enough of your green veggies and radishes, I want roast chicken, or else how can I protect the baby?" Zhu Ning shouted again, completely indifferent to anyone else hearing her.
Pu Zhu's face darkened, "Zhu benefactor, don't make things difficult for others. If I hadn't been entrusted with this, I wouldn't be involved in this mess. Do you know who's staying in the backyard?"
Zhu Ning looked unconcerned, "Who could it be? What does it have to do with me? Don't talk nonsense with me, I want roast chicken! And also find me some scar-removing medicine, how else can I face people with these scars on my face?"
The young monk who arrived together with the abbot muttered under his breath, "You don't need to meet anyone in the first place, what's a bit of scar? Besides, you can't use medication recklessly while pregnant, what if you miscarry?"
