Zhou Jiao, who was observing, squinted her eyes, suspiciously examining the two elderly men.
Her eldest senior brother, whose hair is almost white, if her master was truly so ill that it was incurable, would he be acting so childishly, bickering with his junior brother?
And her seventh senior brother, who has such a good relationship with her master, would hide everything he didn't want his wife to know with the old man; the two would chirp away like father and son.
If her master was really at death's door, wouldn't his eyes be red... No, that's not right!
Zhou Jiao immediately reached out and turned Zhu Ling's body to face her, promptly examining his eyes.
At a glance, she was instantly so furious that smoke was almost rising from her head. "Ha ha..." she laughed coldly twice, "Who here wants to tell me the truth? Little junior sister here may not be smart, but I can at least play with some powders..."
