Liu Mengting was crying while biting her lip, but dared not say anything, mainly because this old lunatic was too domineering.
"What's all the noise? Can't I get some sleep?"
At that moment, Li Xiaoli propped up on the bed and groggily complained.
"Xiaoli, you're awake, you're awake."
Tang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject.
"Finally, you're awake!"
The old lunatic instantly changed his expression, rushing to the bedside flatteringly: "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"
"Huh? Who are you?"
Li Xiaoli looked nervously at the old lunatic.
"I am... I'm your disciple!"
The old lunatic opened his mouth but did not reveal his identity, yet his gaze towards Li Xiaoli was full of reverence and awe.
"Disciple? You're crazy. I don't know you at all, and I don't have any disciples."
Li Xiaoli rubbed her eyes and said, looking at the old lunatic with disgust, "Stay away from me, you don't seem like a good person."
