After breakfast, the Xu Family welcomed another guest, someone Lin Tian was quite familiar with—Xu Dongxu.
The bandages on his face had already been removed, leaving a scar that ran across his entire face, making him look as menacing as a fierce outlaw, full of roguish charm.
This was a stark contrast to the usual image of a lofty recluse he portrayed.
As always, he carried a cloth bundle on his back, but Lin Tian, curious about its contents, took a peek with his X-ray vision. It turned out to be some bizarre items, which would only have an effect when in his possession.
"That scar on your face isn't doing you any favors with the ladies. I've got a remedy that could help you get rid of it. How about it? You'd owe me a favor," Lin Tian said.
Xu Dongxu glanced at Lin Tian and snorted softly, "No need, I can owe anyone a favor, but not yours. I'll keep this scar; it's fate."
