The girl's voice was very pleasant, like the fresh air after a heavy rain in the mountains.
The tourists who were enjoying the spectacle turned their heads, their eyes flashing with amazement—what a beautiful young girl!
"Little beauty, even though you're pretty, don't spout nonsense, okay? Don't mislead the kids," a tourist auntie blurted out to her side.
Bai Chuwei glanced at her and responded, "Little friend, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Look, you've almost made that little monk cry.
Little friend.
Everyone present was rendered speechless, that tourist auntie was over forty years old, how could this young girl be so out of tune? Calling a grown auntie a little friend?
Standing not far to the side, a girl with delicate features suddenly chuckled and countered, "So, does that mean you've seen it, or you've heard it?"
Cao Yushu and Su Ruan silently glanced at the girl but didn't join the conversation.