Chi Yu once heard a joke.
A family attempted to preserve meat, but their methods were flawed. The meat rotted, infested with maggots, a revolting sight and an unbearable stench.
Yet, this family treated the putrid meat like a treasure, hiding it away and fearing others would covet it, casting disdainful glances at passersby from time to time.
Whether Jin Yao could be compared to that rotten meat was debatable.
However, Xia Lu was undoubtedly the kind of person who, both foolish and malicious, clung to such rotten treasures.
Chi Yu heaved a long sigh in her heart. She couldn't understand what she had done to deserve the endless entanglement with these insufferable individuals.
"'Get lost' is such a high-level skill. I certainly can't manage it. Since you make it sound so easy, Mrs. Xia, you must have plenty of practice. Why don't you demonstrate for me?"
