Qin Xue cried out in alarm, staring at Watermelon dumbfounded. She pointed a delicate finger at her own nose. "You want me to be your master?"
"Yes, Sister! Please accept me! I know you're an important person from the Qin Family. I'm begging you!" Perhaps buoyed by a surge of spirit, or maybe the Healing Pill had taken effect, Watermelon seemed incredibly determined.
"Qin Xue, accept him," Qin Li suddenly said from the side.
Before Qin Xue could answer, Watermelon slammed his head against the ground three times. THUD! THUD! THUD! When he looked up again, his forehead was bright red.
Qin Xue stood there, at a complete loss. Qin Li chuckled. "Little Watermelon, from now on, remember to call me Martial Uncle!"
Watermelon rolled his eyes and promptly fainted, collapsing to the ground. Only then did his parents react, rushing over to carry him into the house. His father was a simple, honest farmer who had no idea how to properly thank Qin Li and Qin Xue.
