"Huh?"
Xiao Taohong's mouth hung open, forgetting to close it.
Xuexue stepped away, the house had been turned upside down by that fake monk, and she still had to help her foster mother clean up! She had no time to chat with Xiao Taohong here.
"Master, you're really too stingy!" Xiao Taohong cried out from behind.
Xuexue pretended not to hear and kept her head down as she cleaned.
"Master, let me tell you, don't play dumb, one candle definitely won't do," Xiao Taohong floated beside Xuexue, nagging incessantly in her ear about the price.
Is she ever going to stop?
Xuexue looked up and glared at her fiercely, asking impatiently, "Ancestor, what exactly do you want?"
"No less than ten candles." Xiao Taohong raised ten fingers.
Look at her ambition, haggling over just ten candles here like this, it really undermines her ghostly dignity.