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"Yes. This was … "All of them." Wang Qing looked at Shui Qinan and wiped the sweat off her face. It was unknown whether it was due to exhaustion or nervousness.

"Hmph, you dare to play tricks in front of me? You're still too inexperienced!" Shui Qiannan stopped knocking on the tea table and looked coldly at Wang Qing, the corner of his mouth curving upwards.

"No …." "No!" Wang Qing bit her lips and said. She did not dare to look Shui Qiannan in the eye.

Shui Qiannan lowered his head to look at Wang Qing and shifted his gaze away. He opened his mouth lightly and said, "Disciple? Do you think that I need a disciple? "

Wang Qing, on the other hand, was kicked out of the door. He rolled a few times before stopping, lying on the ground without moving for a long time.

"You didn't control your strength well. Next time!" Shui Qiannan did not even blink as he stroked Little Rascal's head and explained in detail.

"En, mother, little right knows, little right will work hard." A smile immediately appeared on Little Right's small face. He clenched his small fist and solemnly declared.

"Mm. Let's go." Shui Qiannan nodded his head and walked outside. Little Rascal followed behind him on its short legs.

"Master, master, you've left. What should I do?" When Wang Qing saw that the two of them were about to leave, she immediately shouted and prepared to pounce on them. However, she was met with a fierce glare from Little Rascal. She could only stand to one side.

"I am not your master. You are not worthy to be my disciple!" Shui Qiannan did not even spare Wang Qing a glance as he left with Little Rascal.

"Master... Ah, no, boss, we'll welcome you back in the future. I'll always welcome you here. Wang Qing looked at the back view of Shui Qiannan and shouted out, looking like a abandoned wife.