"I've never met them, I really haven't. I paid the money, and all I got was a phone number. I was curious, so I tried to look up the phone, and it turned out the ID number used to buy it belongs to a dead person. You know how it is. In areas with lax supervision, people die without it being reported, and selling their identities is a common thing." Jenny stumbled to her feet, only to fall back to her knees, begging, "Please let me go. I really, really don't know what the shop owner planned to do. I just... Yes, yes, I was just shopping, something all women love to do. It was just online shopping—buying Xin Huohuo's life. The rest of it really has nothing to do with me!"
"Wipe her memory," Bei Mingyuan commanded as he summoned the fiery path.
Yan Huo hurried to follow. Xuan Liu resignedly took on the grunt work, suppressing Jenny's screams as he pressed a large hand on her beautiful yet sinful head.
"She hasn't told us anything about the shop owner yet," Yan Huo said anxiously.
