"Mo Siyu definitely cannot win," Mr. Meng returned home, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. How could he make such a bet?
Even if Mr. Meng disliked Mo Siyu, his abilities were truly...
Every time Mr. Meng thought about potentially losing the tea and losing face, he really wanted to give himself a beating.
"Old Master Meng, what's wrong with you?" Qu Feng came out with tea, only to see Old Master Meng hitting himself.
Qu Feng hurried forward to ask.
Mr. Meng's body wasn't what it used to be.
"Xiao Feng," Old Master Meng couldn't help but speak when he saw Qu Feng, saying, "I just made a bet with Old Qin."
Once the floodgates opened, it was like he had endless things to say. Old Master Meng explained the reason, angrily saying, "I just don't believe that Mo Siyu can actually secure that order."
