"Alright, get up. It's not the New Year, and there's no lucky money for you to kneel here."
Wang Meng joked and took a step forward, easily pulling the young man up.
"Senior, I came here to worship you as my master. Please accept my request."
The young man, unaware of the real situation, still mistakenly believed that Li Xiu'e was the Divine Doctor and was very reverent in his demeanor.
"What are you talking about? What kind of trick are you playing?"
Li Xiu'e was confused and punched Wang Meng, who was still laughing.
"Mom, I'm not playing tricks. He sincerely wants to worship the Divine Doctor as his master."
Wang Meng suppressed his laughter and deliberately emphasized the words "Divine Doctor."
"Divine Doctor?"
Li Xiu'e's heart trembled, and she instinctively denied it: "There is no Divine Doctor in our family. You must have come to the wrong place."