C1087 Useless Skills

Chen Haochu was eating the fried dough sticks leisurely. As Huan Yaoxin spoke, the relaxed look on Chen Haochu's face gradually froze, and the fried dough sticks in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Master... Master." Chen Haochu stammered, "You... you are telling the truth?"

"Nonsense. Your master is old. Why would I lie to you kids?" Huan Yaoxin said angrily