"Oh, my dear girl, I'm getting old and muddled. Whatever I've done wrong, please do guide me," Yan Daopo stood up from the footstool and bowed to Lian Manman, seeking favor.
Seeing Yan Daopo like this, Lian Manman couldn't help but chuckle.
Yan Daopo stood there, looking a bit flustered.
"Who doesn't know that people only ever add oil money in front of the gods and Buddhas? When have they ever taken money back? You want to return the money my mother lent you, but where did this money come from? Are you being disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas, skimming from offerings to score points for yourself? Or are you planning to blame this on my mother?" Lian Manman pointed at Yan Daopo, speaking in a half-joking tone.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare!" Yan Daopo immediately bent over and swore, "Would I have the audacity to do such an outrageous thing?"
Yan Daopo bowed to Lian Manman again.
