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Hearing Gu Qingming's words, everyone was even more incredulous.

Conjured a glass of water?

Under everyone's watchful eyes?

This was obviously impossible.

"Sister, what kind of joke is this?" Shi Yaoqing said in disbelief, "We clearly saw you pick up the glass and the glass was already full. Why did you change the glass?"

Gu Qingming shook her head and said, "Third Brother, I didn't change the glass. I switched the water!"

"Huh, you switched a glass of water for Grandpa?" Shi Yaoqing asked curiously, "Then where's the original water in the glass?"

Gu Qingming walked to the table and picked up an empty glass.

Then, everyone saw a shocking and unbelievable scene.

Gu Qingming held the glass with her right thumb and middle finger, and a stream of clear water flowed into the glass from the tip of her index finger. A moment later, the glass was filled with water.

"Well …"

"How is this possible?"