"Ah!" shrieked Qin Xiaoyue, rushing to cover her face. My face! My face!
Yan Huan stood up and leaned against Lu Yi.
"Shouldn't she be more concerned about her son's head?" she asked rather confusedly.
"Her son's head isn't as important to her as her face," said Lu Yi flatly. Behind them, it was Ye Shuyun's first time hearing the story, and Lu Jin wasn't looking too happy either.
