When Mo Lingzi brought up that woman, he did not forget to complain to Xie Qiao, "Not paying for fortune-telling is even more immoral! I initially thought that her looks were pretty good, but who knew that her fortune is so bad, with the labor and death patterns on her palms? She's also an extraordinary person. I haven't even complained that she has tarnished my eyes, but she actually started to rob me..."
Xie Qiao was helpless and wanted to cover her master's mouth.
"Master, don't talk about people's rights and wrongs." Xie Qiao shook her head. "Now that we're so far away, it's impossible for you to bring people to take revenge. Since this matter is over, don't mention it again. It's a waste of your own virtue."
Xie Qiao was talking about her master's attitude.
The more irritable he was, the easier it was for something to happen.
Zhao Xuanjing felt that Xie Qiao was more like a master than a disciple when she was with this old man.
