Mo Lian extended his hand, but before he could touch the giant sack over the child's shoulder, he came across her cold glare.
Instinctively reacting, the child vigilantly lifted the bundle and jumped backward, her eyes brimming with accusation, as though they were about to rob her a second time.
Yu Xiu: ...
"Cough, cough, cough." Mo Lian helplessly cleared his throat. "Xiao Qiaoqiao, don't worry, this all belongs to you." We won't take a single cent from you!
"Humph!" A certain child made a disdainful sound and turned around, wanting to leave.
However, Mo Lian swiftly blocked her and seized the chance to pick up her tiny body, as well as that gigantic sack. A flash of his figure and he had leaped onto a tree.
At the same time, clamor engulfed the entire Wu Estate. Many villagers were carrying buckets and basins, forming groups to put out the fire of their own accord.
