"Can't think of anything, can you? Not a shred of sincerity. Scram. I won't see you out." Mo Qi waved his hand dismissively, turned to the side, and feigned sleep, ignoring Feng Liang.
Feng Liang grew anxious. He had something very important he wanted to ask Mo Qi, so naturally, he wasn't about to leave.
Mo Qi, on the other hand, looked dead set on demanding a thank-you gift. 'What should I do?'
Liu Hui had already stepped forward, preparing to show him the door.
Feng Liang had no desire to go through that previous torment again. In his desperation, he gritted his teeth and said, "As long as Master Mo seriously answers one question for me, I am willing to follow you and be your right-hand man!"
Before Mo Qi could even speak, Liu Hui, at his side, wasn't happy about it.
'Who do you think you are?'
'Trying to become the Master's right-hand man right off the bat?!'
'Did San Pang and I agree to this?'
