"I feel like you were not actually talking to me just now," Old Money Mo contemplated shrewdly, thinking to himself, the Old Master has lived a lifetime and now in his old age, he refused to believe that even a fool's intelligence could not be outdone.
"Is that so? Hehe...!" Big Bull, clumsy and not good with words, could only scratch his head and laugh foolishly.
"Big Bull, I know you're a good kid, so for the sake of this old man, tell me the truth. Are there little ghosts on my back?"
"Little ghosts? No, there are a few children though."
Looking at the few exquisitely carved children on Old Money Mo's shoulders, some even wearing open-crotch pants, so adorable, not at all like little ghosts, Big Bull blurted out without thinking. As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had misspoken, quickly covering his mouth with his hands, and his eyes widened in alarm.
