Xie Qiao had an awkward expression on her face.
"Taoist master, this person has fainted. You can't go against your conscience and ignore this lady, right?!"
"That's right, Taoist master. I feel sorry for her. What's going on? Could it be that... You've collected too much money from the lady?."
There was no lack of spectators everywhere.
As more and more people gathered, Xie Qiao was blocked.
She looked helplessly at Meng Jifang on the ground and then coughed dryly. She said, "Please don't misunderstand. This penniless master is only trying to appease this young master. This young master was born with an illness in his heart. He always felt that there's a woman living in his body. I saw that he had been possessed by an evil spirit, so I chatted with him. Perhaps it was because he had talked about his grief that he fainted from crying... but it doesn't matter. Very soon, he will wake up."
