"Huh? Is there really no one called Big Pimple? If that's the case, I'll just take this thing and leave!"
The little beggar looked mischievously at the troubled little boy in front of him, waving the dry grass in his hand as if he was really planning to turn and leave.
"Wait!"
Xia Hen finally couldn't hold back and called out to him, "You said this was for Big Pimple, but don't you know that Big Pimple died three years ago?"
Died?!
The little beggar was shocked. How did he know Big Pimple had died? This bunch of dry grass was given to him by the elders of the gang to deliver, saying it should be handed over to Ran Qing or Xia Geng.
As for the name Big Pimple, he learned it by eavesdropping on the elders' conversations. The elders even mentioned that Big Pimple was waiting for this medicine to save his life, but he really didn't know Big Pimple hadn't survived to receive it!
He even thought the little master in front of him was Big Pimple himself. Who would have thought…
