A Trap (1)

Zhao Yi said, "You've stopped me from making a breakthrough, and you're still trying to retort? Fine. Give me back my medicine. Not your vomit!"

Miss Lotus was speechless.

After much persuasion, Zhao Yi finally nodded and agreed to let Miss Lotus sell herself to him.

Poor Miss Lotus. She had already freed herself from her previous brothel and had accumulated quite a lot of wealth over the years. However, not only had she lost all her savings, but she had also been forced to sign a contract to sell herself to Zhao Yi.

Feng Wu found it preposterous. "What medicine was that? 1,000 spiritual stones?"

Feng Xun couldn't figure it out either. "That Zhao Yi set you up. Big time."

Feng Wu looked at Miss Lotus. "And you sold yourself like that?"