Yang Fei chuckled inwardly while maintaining a worried expression on his face.
The old man choked for a moment, then stretched out his hand excessively long, "Bring over the USB drive, I ain't dying yet."
Seeing the old man's anxious demeanour, Yang Fei was inwardly overjoyed, "No way, I must take responsibility for my master's health."
"Don't worry, after you pass away, I'll cremate the USB drive at your grave."
"Damn it, you're purposely teasing me, aren't you?"
The old man suddenly sat up straight, cursing and swearing.
Just then, a waiter with a twisted neck walked in through the door.
He wore a mournful expression, "Elder, the sacrificial candles and paper effigies you ordered have arrived, should I bring them in right away?"
"No, get out!"
The old man was in the middle of his tantrum, jumping out of bed and kicking the oil lamp around in a fit of anger.
The waiter's head shrank back as he left the room, and silence fell outside.