Shen Chun was also a little surprised. No matter how her burned face was treated, the scar couldn't be completely removed, but Fu Qing's face didn't look like it had undergone any plastic surgery.
So the plastic surgery industry had already developed to this extent?
Shen Chun looked at Song Han and said very seriously, "Remember to tell me after you ask around."
Song Han touched his head. "Cousin-in-law, with your looks, do you still need plastic surgery?"
The corners of Shen Chun's lips curled up. "Don't you know that there's a saying that it's better to be prepared?"
The auction was about to begin, so Song Han and Shen Chun found seats and sat down.
Coincidentally, Fu Qing was sitting beside them, and their gazes met.
Shen Chun retracted her gaze as she listened to the whispers of the people around her. This time, most of them were here for the Thunder God Bead. After all, this thing could judge good and evil.
