Chapter 70 Framing_1

She didn't even furrow her brows, looking straight at Zhou Siyu who had been drenched by the hotpot soup. She reached out to grab her bag from the chair, but Zhou Siyu bumped into the chair again, causing the bag to drop off the edge.

Just then, a gust of wind blew in from outside, blowing out the joss paper that Qiao Xiaren had kept inside her bag and several sheets stuck onto Zhou Siyu's body.

This joss paper was bought by Qiao Xiaren along the way, intended to be burnt as offerings for her master tonight.

"Paper? Joss paper? Whose joss paper is this?"

The boss who had rushed over couldn't see clearly where the joss paper had come from, even his voice was trembling. Chu Yifei's eyes held a hint of amusement as he casually looked at Qiao Xiaren.

Xiaren's face was unusually stiff, at a loss for an explanation as she saw the boss's face turn pale, and the fear prompting his whole body nearly darted out the door.