At this time, Qiao Mu was feeling a headache when she looked at that incessantly weeping little baldy of a child, and she feebly raised her hand to stroke his smooth head.
"Don't cry." Qiao Mu sighed, lifting him onto her legs. Following this, she patted his back gently. "You monks also know how to cry."
"Monks are also people, and it is only natural for people who feel unhappy to cry!" The little monk childishly rebutted, "Benefactress, do you know your mistake?"
Qiao Mu's mouth twitched. What mistake should she know?
"You promised my master that you would take care of me! But ever since entering the city, you tossed me inside a room and didn't even come take a look." The more he talked, the more the little baldy felt aggrieved, and he choked with sobs.
Qiao Mu was at her wit's end, and she patted his head. "Fine, fine, alright, don't cry anymore. I've been busy these two days!"
