After the father and son left, a girl who was interning at the Wonderful Hall walked over.
The girl looked closely at Qiao Jing's face, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say to Zhou Fu, "Master Zhou, since you intend to take her as your disciple, why not fix her face first?"
"Even though these things aren't on my face, it bothers me to look at them, so I can only imagine how uncomfortable it must be for her, since it's her own face after all."
Hearing the girl say this, Qiao Jing was about to refuse and say there was no need.
At this moment, Zhou Fu suddenly leaned in closer, lowered his voice, and said meaningfully in her ear, "Do you want me to fix your face or not?"
From his intriguing tone and the subtle expression on his face as he said this, Qiao Jing felt he might have guessed something.
So, she didn't reply, but instead asked back, "Master Zhou, do you think my face can be fixed or not?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fu couldn't help but smile.
