She wasn't sure if Zheng Changhe and Zheng Qingmu would actually come storming over. But the ugly girl before her was a far cry from her usual self—no longer gentle and smiling, nor embarrassed and ashamed. Instead, she stared coldly, a look that chilled the woman's heart and made her deeply uncomfortable.
Zhang Huai took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. Ignoring Xiaonian's wife, he turned to Juhua and said in earnest, "It's for the best. Juhua, you shouldn't wear that veil anymore. It just gets in the way, and your face needs to breathe. I think it's just a toxic sore. We'll go to Qinghui to find a doctor. Once we get rid of the poison, it'll heal, and it'll be easier to wash your face."
Liu Xiaomei quickly chimed in, "Yeah! That's right. One summer, my second brother got a sore on his butt..."
She clamped her mouth shut as soon as the words were out. 'How could I compare a sore on someone's butt to what's on Juhua's face? I really need to watch my mouth.'
