"Brother Shui is on another level!"
After a flatbread and half a bowl of water, the meal was over.
Sun Qiao, tired from talking and his enthusiasm waning, didn't bother telling Bai Mo all the gossip the neighbors were spreading behind his back.
After his remark, Bai Mo took out the account book his senior brother had given him and began to examine the entries.
For the past few days, Shui Ziming had been holding down the fort at the shop. No matter how others tried to probe, he never revealed his name or background.
His nonchalant, unconcerned demeanor, however, had greatly infuriated his visitors.
In the eyes of Sun Qiao and the others, their senior brother was fearlessly baiting a trap, confident in his backing.
Considering the Xuandao Sect's style and the impression his senior brother had made on him, Bai Mo thought it over and concluded that it was entirely possible.
