A Master Who Costs Money Cannot Be Accepted

Li Huan was both amused and exasperated. He shot Xi Mo a sidelong glance, a smirk creeping onto his face. He never imagined Xi Mo would be this type of person. Had he gone deaf? With how loud Xi Mo had spoken, anyone could hear him! In most places, people begged to be his disciple, but here, he was the one seeking out disciples.

"Gift for apprenticeship?" he sneered. "There isn't one."

"You still have to prepare a gift for me. If I like it, I might accept you as my disciple," he added, a challenging glint in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zhouzhou immediately pulled back her little chubby paw and looked up at Xi Mo, speaking earnestly, "Uncle, a master who costs money cannot be accepted."

Commander couldn't hold back a laugh at her words, bursting into a chuckle.

This little chubby girl was quite clever!

Xi Mo also smiled, ruffling Zhouzhou's hair as he nodded, "Alright, then let's not do it."

He picked Zhouzhou up and walked out.