The room fell silent for a while, and Zhulan developed a headache too. This trip to Lizhou City was not for just a year or two, and she had also studied the materials on Lizhou City. In just seven days, she had too many things to prepare.
Zhulan continued to massage Zhou Shuren's head, "Can I curse?"
She had never sworn in modern times, not even when she was extremely angry—she would, at most, throw things. But after arriving in ancient times, well, she had cursed in her mind more than once, and now she wanted to say it out loud!
Zhou Shuren, "....better not."
