Fu Wujin reacted slowly, then knelt down and called him master.
Old Feng gave a cold hum. "A wooden head, not even as smart as a tiny little doll. Sigh... is it too late for this old man to take it back?"
"Too late, too late, my fifth brother has already called you master." Fu Qiujiu was genuinely afraid the old man would take it back.
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