175: Little Ingrate

Little Ingrate

"You mean this?"0

Lu Zhou took out his pen and placed it in front of him.

Chu Sihan's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Yes!"

Lu Zhou spun the pen around and raised his chin. "This pen is called a fountain pen. I've made it myself. This is the only one available."

Lu Sheng rolled her eyes at the sky, but she could not bear to expose his lie.

"You made it yourself?"

Chu Sihan had never admired anyone easily, but at this moment, he admired Lu Zhou.

"Can I take a look?"

Lu Zhou nodded generously. "Go ahead. Be careful not to break it."

Chu Sihan received it carefully.

After observing for a while, he said sincerely, "How did you think of creating such a thing and pouring ink into it?"

This Third Prince was truly a godly person!

Lu Zhou cleared his throat guiltily and said, "I was inspired, so I built it myself."

"Master, can you be more shameless?"

Lu Sheng, who couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't help but speak up.

She explained to Chu Sihan, "Lord, don't listen to my master's nonsense. This thing is called a fountain pen. It was actually invented by someone called Waterman."

"Waterman?"

Chu Sihan frowned. The name sounded a little strange. "Who is that?"

Lu Sheng replied, "He's no longer alive."

"I see!"

Chu Sihan looked regretful.

It would be great if such a good item could be popularized and used!

"Can't… can't you let me pretend for a while longer?"

Lu Zhou glanced at her bitterly.

What kind of person had he raised?

She was always hoping that he would die early so that she could inherit his assets. Otherwise, she exposed him and didn't even allow him to act properly. This little ingrate.

Lu Sheng raised her eyebrows at him expressionlessly. "Master, you said it yourself. One can't lie."

"Humph!"

Lu Zhou snorted and looked askance at her. "Why didn't you think about what I said when you lied to me?"

Lu Sheng chuckled when she heard that. "That's different. You're my family. Besides, those are all white lies."

"White lies?"

Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows. "You mixed chili in my wolfberries and lied to me that they were wolfberries. Is that a white lie?"

There was a piece of tabasco pepper in the courtyard. The fruit was small, and it was about the size of wolfberries.

In order to prank him, Lu Sheng dried it before mixing it with his wolfberries.

Because he was not wary of his disciple, he was extremely touched when he saw her bringing him wolfberry tea with a smile.

Thus, he swallowed it in one gulp and immediately choked on it.

The little girl, who had succeeded in her prank, was convulsing with laughter at the side.

Lu Sheng felt a little guilty. "At that time, I was still young and ignorant!"

At that time, she was only eight years old. Many years had passed since then.

Unexpectedly, her master knew how to hold a grudge more than her.

Chu Sihan found it interesting. He seemed to have seen that scene and couldn't help but chuckle.

The master-disciple pair looked at him at the same time. His expression froze, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Lord, do you want a pen?" Lu Sheng asked with a smile.

"Yes." Chu Sihan nodded. "However, the Third Prince said that there was only one."

Lu Zhou heard this and quickly put away his pen.

When he came here, he only put one in his Space Ring. If this girl insisted on taking it, it would really be gone.

Seeing his actions, Lu Sheng snorted in disdain.

It was unknown where she took one out from as she handed it to Chu Sihan. "Lord, this is for you!"

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