Hearing what Wei Xianxing said, Bai Mo couldn't help but stare blankly.
Even Ah Er, who was carrying over the tea, was completely baffled and kept glancing at Bai Mo.
"A deal this good actually exists?"
From outside the door, Yuan Chu raised an eyebrow and poked his head in.
Bai Mo's expression shifted, and a hint of suspicion crept into his eyes.
"Brother Wei, you..."
The Wei Xianxing before him still had traces of his old, casual demeanor in his every gesture.
But the embroidered red-and-green bundle on his back, combined with his weathered face, made it hard not to wonder what he had been through.
Wei Xianxing felt a little awkward under the scrutiny. Even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but blush, covering it up with a light cough into his fist.
"I've thought it over."
"Junior Brother, you're over eighteen now. You've grown from the greenhorn I first met into a fine young man."
