Old Master Rong's gaze completely changed.
Although the reason behind Yi Enyang being taken away was still unclear,
the mention of foreseeing a prison disaster couldn't be made without true talent and knowledge.
Little Milk Jin didn't look at that pale-faced and guilty fellow again, but raised her little head to look at Rong Yinghui.
The young man's curls seemed to perk up, and his puppy-dog eyes sparkled.
Tang Jin coughed softly, with a hint of compliant pride, and while Tang Wenhuo was talking to Old Master Rong, she took a few steps over, grabbed Rong Yinghui's coat hem, and watched him squat down.
She patted her small chest gently, whispering softly, "See, I told you I'm reliable, huh? I would never take money without doing the job, you can always trust Jinjin who wants to earn money to support the family!"
Rong Yinghui was almost teary-eyed, "You really are my magical little treasure!"
A hint of confusion appeared in Little Milk Bun's eyes.