"Fellow Taoist, I have eighty-one good things to offer you in exchange for three years of beauty!"
Qiao An curled her lips and said indifferently:
"Others will become gods and Buddhas in nineteen or eighty-nine times, so why don't you just change your face?"
Chen Cen grabbed the test sheet and shouted anxiously at Qiao An:
"Qiao Ann! Why are you still eating turkey noodles when you have advanced gastric cancer?"
Under Chen Cen's fiery eyes, a certain Qiao quietly put away his desperate face:
"Master Taoist, I am willing to do eighty-one good deeds. I don't expect to live long and worry-free, but I only hope for three years of peace and joy."