Qin Yingjun thanked Xia Master after receiving the Purification Talisman, "Thanks for the trouble. I'll send you the money later. If there's anything, we can stay in touch at any time."
Xia Xin nodded, glanced at Wen Mao, whose face was covered in blood, and clutching his belongings, he ran out of Qin Yingjun's front door.
Qin Yingjun pinched the Purification Talisman, turned to Wen Mao, and, too tired to argue, said, "Stop playing dead, get lost now!"
Wen Mao propped himself up with his arms and shakily stood, wiping the blood off his face. Looking into Qin Yingjun's eyes, he felt both scared and angry.
He knew he couldn't beat Qin Yingjun, which made him somewhat fearful.
Otherwise, he would not have thought about unleashing all his anger on that young girl.
But just thinking about today's events made his anger surge again.
