Hearing this, manager Gan's face turned completely dark, and his beard trembled with rage.
"What's that thief's surname? How would this old man know?!"
Asura Monk's mouth twitched, and he stood there dumbfounded. This was simply too difficult!
"So silly!"
"Old mister, you lost. We'll take the herbs, then. No need to be so polite!" Beibei said with a chuckle as she picked up a large bundle of herbs, feeling quite pleased!
He had been scammed!
Manager Gan's face was filled with coldness. Without a reasonable explanation, there was no way he would just hand over that bundle of herbs!
"What's his surname? How would this old man know!"
"Then what is your surname?" Little one rolled her eyes repeatedly!
"This old man's surname is Gan!"
"Then that thief's surname is Gan."
"Why!" Manager Gan still wore a blank expression. What did his surname have to do with the thief!
"Let's pretend you're the thief!"
Hearing this, manager Gan's mouth twitched violently. It was too bullying! Was this really that simple? He seriously doubted whether his brain had ever been squeezed in a door.
Asura Monk patted his bald head, then bowed to manager Gan. After a chant of Amitabha, he hurriedly followed little ones away, leaving manager Gan standing alone in the wind in a flurry of confusion.
"Aha, serves him right for being so bad." Asura Monk and the girls stepped outside, and little one immediately threw away the smelly herbs with a look of extreme disgust.
"Handsome Uncle will definitely be happy." Beibei also wore an excited expression.
Oh!
There were quite a few people ahead, what were they doing? The two little ones noticed them all at once, and no matter how Asura Monk tried to persuade them, they insisted on going over to join the