Nan Lizhu turned to Nan Fuguang with a brilliant smile. "Nan Fuguang, serving tea and water for a month—don't you forget! Those were your own words!"
Nan Fuguang looked dejected. A gentleman’s word is his bond, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet. "I didn't say I wouldn't honor it..." He gritted his teeth and asked Nan Xueyin, "Sister, are you really that good at Chuiwan?"
Nan Xueyin said indifferently, "I'm not that good. I just had a bit of luck today."
Chapter 174