Tang Lishan said that their head admired him and wanted to meet the genius... and he didn't say anything else.

"I was thinking about me before, but now I'm going to meet again. Do you know if I'm soft or hard? I want to change my path?"

Tang Luo muttered.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, let's ask Aunt Tang tonight!"

He speeded up the train and returned to Wu Lao.

"This smell of smoke, isn't it date with a beautiful woman?"

When Mr. Wu saw Tang Luo, he sniffled and asked.

"Master, when did you get so gossipy? Are you curious about whom I'm going to date?"

Tang Luo was amused and crying.

"If you have this time, you can think about carving more and you can become a master one day earlier! If one day I become a master and you haven't become a master yet, that would be so embarrassing, right?"

Hearing Tang Luo's words, Old Wu glared: "Why is it embarrassing to fart? That's better than the blue one, do you know?"

"Yes, yes, you just need not embarrass you... Masters and disciples are both masters, so that they must be passed down as good stories, right?"

Tang Luo smiled.

"It's better to be a master, or to be better than your own. You can think about it yourself."

"Stop talking nonsense, go carving!"
Chapter completed!