Finally, the old beggar felt a bit uneasy under Xiao Yifei's intense gaze. He frantically rummaged through his belongings and pulled out a greasy, thread-bound book, hurling it at Xiao Yifei. "Damn it! I save your life, and you can't even treat me to a meal without dying? You still suspect I have an ulterior motive? What motive could I possibly have! Your physical transformation has nothing to do with me. If you want to blame me, you're barking up the wrong tree!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the old beggar stood up, pushed aside the curtain, and hurried away.
"Hey!"
Xiao Yifei reached out to grab the old beggar but ended up grasping at air, staring at his hand in disbelief that he had failed to catch the old man.
