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Fantian Shengji felt a bit sorry for this mother and son; it's just too difficult, really.
"I say, since it's a misunderstanding, then..."
Zen Master suddenly lifted his cup and drank his tea, saying, "No need for 'uncle,' in this era, family bloodline relations mean little. What's most important is your teacher; just call him Senior Brother."
After saying this, the Zen Master put down the cup, stood up, lightly waved his sleeves, raised his eyebrows gently, and with a casual look in his eyes, walked past Qin Yu. As he passed, he said quietly, "If you don't keep track of information like Senior Brother Bai Jin's, don't blame me if you're clueless."
Then he walked out.
Qin Yu pinched the center of her brow, sighed, and muttered, "Rest assured, I absolutely won't blame you until I can beat you, my good master."
As she spoke, she was about to carry Jiaojiao and follow, but as she lifted the chubby Jiaojiao's upper body, his fat legs were held by someone.
Donghuang Taiyi.
