"Bai Huai, why are you still standing here? Quick, go and fetch little junior brother. Look at that big bag he's carrying on his back. The child is almost crushed." The person who spoke was quite old. He was wearing a military uniform, and his little sparkling bald head on his shoulders was a little dazzling.
The old monk chanted amitabha behind her, "Why did General Bai here himself? Nine, this child, is always causing trouble once every couple days. I'll have to trouble the old master to take care of her in the future."
