Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Jingman with a little hostility. She had been utterly shameless in styling herself as the older sister and now, he had to grit his teeth and acknowledge her as an elder?
A look of shock flashed in the senior's eyes. He stood up on the cattail footstool and was rather polite as he asked, "Oh, are you the young friend Mo Wen who saved Xiaoman?" Evidently, Gu Jingman had brought up Mo Wen before in front of this senior.
"You're too polite, elder," Mo Wen saluted with his fists.
The senior politely saluted back with his fists. With a casual gesture, a chair from the far distance flew into the air and landed beside Mo Wen as he said, "I'm Old Gu Xicheng. Young friend Mo Wen, quickly have a seat."
Mo Wen made himself at home and boldly sat himself down.
