Bei Yun casually shrugged his shoulders. "I wasn't taught by anyone and lack upbringing anyway."
Seeing that Lingsu was about to speak again, he quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, on our way here, I saw someone selling portraits of Miss Qiao, calling her a living wealth god. Should we also buy one on our way back and worship it daily?
"Worship my big head ghost!" Lingsu replied irritably.
"Eh? Cousin, are you jealous? Are you envious of Miss Qiao's fame? If you're envious, just say it, and I can draw a portrait of you too, claiming you're a divine doctor in the flesh, and after buying it people can..."
"Shut your mouth!" Lingsu couldn't take it any longer, slammed the table violently, and said fiercely, "Do you believe I can make you mute?"
"I believe, I believe," Bei Yun quickly nodded.
He switched topics, no longer provoking Lingsu, "I heard a rumor while treating people recently."
