Faced with the tag-along Yan Xiaohu, Mo Xingjian looked exasperated.
"Are you sick? I've already told you, it wasn't me, it wasn't me. If I had recognized it, what would that even have to do with you two," Mo Xingjian couldn't help but shout.
Seeing Mo Xingjian's perfunctory attitude, Yan Xiaohu pitifully continued to follow him.
"Master, Master, today Lao Si only had to open his mouth and he earned thirty pieces of mid-grade spirit stones. We're all disciples here, but this difference is too much. Before Lao Si came along, I was your youngest disciple."
Mo Xingjian let out a long sigh, "I swear, I swear it's not me. If you don't believe me, call Lao Si here, and we'll face the truth together."
"Look, you're already getting so defensive. How about this, let's compromise. I'll stop trying to stand out, leave it all to Lao Si, and let him earn the money. But you give me half of the spirit stones, how about that?"
Yan Xiaohu extended his hand.
Mo Xingjian: "..."
