Xuan Chu's eyes reflected a hint of shock, much like those 'Saints' living in their ivory towers, untouched by the world.
This is what happens when you haven't been taught a lesson by society; who knows, you might end up being sold and still help count the money!
Yun Ran opened her mouth, then decisively shut it again.
The Ginsengfruit, lurking in the corner, chimed in just in time: [Well, Host, you kind of tricked people too back in the day; you just have a slight conscience, that's all.]
Yun Ran, being called out on her past: [Shut up!]
The Ginsengfruit felt aggrieved Ծ‸Ծ; it was just worried that the Host might slip up and reveal the truth, stabbing someone's heart.
If it were any other time, it wouldn't matter, but now, the Host is like a fragile porcelain; what if she gets beaten up?
Sitting opposite Yun Ran, Xuan Chu was oblivious to her having a round of 'exchanges' with the Ginsengfruit.
When he saw Yun Ran looking at him with an expression as if he were a sucker.
