Zhang Xiuxiu struggled to swallow her saliva, too afraid to resist, while next to her, Zhang Chi did not understand Zhao Yi's intentions.
Zhao Yi smiled slightly and said, "The mysterious illness on your body is almost uncontrollable; it will inevitably flare up within half a year. However, I only promised to cure one person, so you siblings must decide who will receive the treatment."
Zhang Chi's expression changed.
Zhang Xiuxiu turned to her brother without hesitation.
Zhao Yi picked up the tea on the cupboard, poured it out to wash his fingertips, and walked out of the shop to approach the young man nearby.
Li Zhiyuan: "Having fun?"
Zhao Yi: "Very interesting."
Li Zhiyuan: "Then, all right, let you go first."
Zhao Yi: "How's that possible? Surely, it's Ah You's turn first."
The simple preparations were already complete. An empty offering table had only two candles on it, and there wasn't even a prayer mat underneath.
