Uncle Graziano's gaze skimmed lightly over my face. He frowned slightly.
“Why did you make her so ugly? Didn't I tell you all, people can't sell if they're half dead,” Uncle Graziano said with a tone of disgust.
“Yes, Uncle Graziano. You are right.”
The bodyguards nodded their heads. Mr. Ferdinand beside Uncle Graziano spat on the ground and clenched his fists.
“Now you're taking Uncle Graziano's words improperly, aren't you?”
When he spoke, the bodyguards panicked even more.
“No, it’s not true, Mr. Ferdinand. We will clean up now!”
“Uncle Graziano and Mr. Ferdinand, you guys don't know, this woman has mental problems. So we must deal with it. She has to be fixed properly.”