Hou Jinhua subconsciously covered her own face.
She looked at Qiao Yin with eyes that seemed like they could shoot out knives, as if she wanted to skin Qiao Yin alive.
These past few days, because Qiao Yin had suddenly moved into the home, she was preoccupied with thinking of ways to deal with Qiao Yin and had almost forgotten about her own face, which had been disfigured in a scalding accident.
She hadn't expected Qiao Yin to deliberately bring it up and poke at her sore spot!
"Hmph!"
Hou Jinhua's voice was grim, "You're just bluffing in front of me. You can't even cure my face! You can't even cure your own face; you're nothing but a quack!"
"And what if you really can cure the old man's leg? Do you think the old man is nice to you because he really likes you?"
"He is just being nice to you because you're somewhat useful. Once his leg is better, you'll no longer be of any value! By then, you'll still be kicked out of the Gu Family!"
