I, the Mischievous First Child of Sanqing Temple!

With a swift motion, Zhouzhou threw off the covers and leaped out of bed, hastily pulling Ye Lingfeng behind her without even bothering to put on her shoes.

With chubby arms outstretched, she shielded him and exclaimed anxiously, "You can't do this, Ancestral Master! You mustn't entertain such ideas!"

"The golden light of the Sharp Tongue Uncle is meant to protect himself. His work is perilous, and without the golden light, he could come to harm!"

Although the Sharp Tongue Uncle was prone to rudeness and childishness, always teasing her, and sometimes acting foolishly, he wasn't a bad person.

She couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt.

With that in mind, she reluctantly handed over the bag she had been guarding so closely. Though she was still hesitant, she gritted her teeth and said, "Ancestral Master, take it! I can earn the money back. The important thing is that the Sharp Tongue Uncle stays safe. "