"These are matters from over ten years ago, let me think," Du Changning looked at Rong Heng, lost in thought.
After a long contemplation, Du Changning suddenly touched his waist, took out a wine gourd, and said:
"Hiss—Heng, why do you think my wine gourd is empty?"
Rong Heng's temple twitched: "...No mentor would ask their student for wine."
"I'm poor, student. It's not easy raising you to this age. What's wrong with asking for some wine money?" Du Changning said, feigning misery.
Who was Rong Heng? He was a legendary miser with no money to spare. He sneered and said, "You weren't the one who raised me."
At this moment, the little child who had been staring blankly at Rong Heng suddenly tugged his sleeve and said, "Senior brother, the master still has money, it's just hidden under his insole."
Du Changning shouted angrily, "Hey, you little girl, why are you exposing your master?"
"Little girl?"
