"Y-you're the God of Wealth?!"
Su Baoqing suddenly remembered where he had seen Chen Mu before.
"The God of Wealth?" Chen Mu's expression grew grave. He could not quite understand what Su Baoqing was talking about.
Could people in this world believe in the God of Wealth too?
Even if they did, why would Su Baoqing associate him with that deity?
It truly baffled him.
Su Baoqing opened his mouth to explain, then closed it again.
Next, he took something out of his Spatial Ring.
It looked like a painting scroll.
A painting?
Chen Mu and Chen Juexin exchanged a glance, even more puzzled. Just what medicine was Su Baoqing selling in his gourd?
Why was he acting so mysterious?
"Young Master Chen, please take a look." Su Baoqing gripped one end of the scroll and shook it downward, letting the painting fall open.
The painting depicted a figure with brilliant golden light behind him, looking utterly sacred, like a god.
"Pfft!"
But once Chen Juexin saw the deity's face clearly, she could not hold it in.
She turned her head aside and raised a hand to cover her face, laughing uncontrollably, her whole body trembling like flowers swaying on a branch.
That face belonged to none other than Chen Mu.
With the added golden body and that solemn expression,
the contrast with the Chen Mu she knew was simply too great. She could not keep a straight face.
To her, it was just too funny.
"..." Chen Mu's face darkened as well. He looked at the bare-chested portrait, then at Su Baoqing.
Careful! Could this guy have a taste for men?
He had no interest in men.
Quick-witted as he was, Su Baoqing knew Chen Mu must have misunderstood something.
He hurriedly explained, "Young Master Chen, please don't misunderstand.