"Watering?"
Looking at the old man in front of him with a puzzled expression, Su Bei naturally knew he wasn't a real beggar, so he was guessing what the "watering" he mentioned meant.
Before he could react, the little beggar beside him grew displeased, his eyes widening as he looked at the old beggar sitting serenely. "We've come all this way just to water something?"
"Can't you water it anywhere else? Why did you have to come here?"
His eyes darted around as if he'd understood something, and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he looked at the old beggar. "I know, Old Hua!"
"You want to go water at that young lady's place!"
BANG—
The little beggar clutched his head. It wasn't Old Hua who had hit him this time; Ji Nanjue, sitting next to Su Bei, couldn't stand it any longer and had delivered the slap.
Then, glancing sideways at Old Hua, whose hand had frozen mid-air, she said faintly, "With a disciple like this, I suppose you're no angel yourself."
