Zi Yan really wasn't easy to coax when she was angry, but Xiao Jin had his own way.
He waved at the young girl, but Zi Yan immediately turned her head away, unwilling to look at Xiao Jin's hateful face.
That's right. In the girl's mind, Xiao Jin was now practically synonymous with the word "hateful."
Anyone who had gotten involved with that scumbag of a father of hers could be a good person?
The people who had been watching the spectacle scattered in an instant. Even the Pill Tower Ancestor found an excuse to leave, giving Xiao Jin and the father-daughter pair of Zhu Kun and Zi Yan some privacy.
After everyone uninvolved had left, Xiao Jin took Zi Yan by the hand and pulled her over to a nearby chair. He pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit.
Although Zi Yan was angry, she still half-heartedly followed Xiao Jin and sat down.
"You little girl, you condemned me without even distinguishing right from wrong. Even if you wanted to sentence me, you should at least give the suspect a chance to explain himself."
Zi Yan let out a soft snort. "Then explain why you brought this guy out too!"
Zhu Kun, the person being pointed at, was at a loss. He looked toward Xiao Jin as if asking for help.
Apart from this man, there was probably no one else who could coax Zi Yan out of her furious state.
Xiao Jin chuckled, took an Eighth Grade pill from his Storage Ring, and stuffed it into Zi Yan's cherry-red mouth like a piece of candy.
Zi Yan had originally wanted to maintain some dignity, but when Xiao Jin's finger touched her lips, she instinctively opened her little mouth.
Only after the pill's sweetness spread through her