A Rather Lucrative Profit
Editor: Henyee Translations
The sapling sobbed. Its little master was admonishing it so harshly, how did it dare to retort. Instead, it rushed to regain her favor. "Yes, I understand, I understand. Qiuqiu will be good."
"Qiuqiu, we'll become strong one day!" Qiao Mu determinedly looked ahead of her. "By ourselves!"
"What is it?" Mo Lian looked down at the soft twig that swiftly receded without a trace before turning to the child's tense face. "It's fine, it can't absorb much."
'Why are you indulging it?!'
The sapling immediately grew excited. 'Mastaaa, the youth said it's fineeeee!'
'Ha ha. You're so excited that you're even stammering.'
'Shut up and return to cultivating.' Qiao Mu ignored the troublemaking tree.
'Sniff sniff… Youth, farewell, if we have another chance next time…'
Qiao Mu directly shut out its blabbing.
"You…"—Qiao Mu looked up at him—"are fine?"