The Sharp Tongue Zhouzhou

"Do you remember?" Zhouzhou asked again when he remained silent.

Qingyang looked at her blankly, unable to accept the fact that this little one was his grandmother.

Chu Xun suppressed a smile and stepped forward to explain, "Master Qingyang, this is indeed our temple master at Baiyun Temple. Master Li Yuanming is the master of our temple master, so in terms of seniority, it is indeed like this."

At the mention of Li Yuanming, Qingyang snapped back to reality.

Looking at the chubby-faced girl in front of him, Qingyang's lips moved, but he still couldn't speak.

What kind of karma had he created to have his grandmother appear out of nowhere when he was about to leave this world?

The old man seemed to be in a bad mood, perhaps from expelling more air than he took in.

Worried that the old man might accidentally being angered to death, Chu Xun lightly coughed and approached, gently pulling Zhouzhou aside, reminding her not to get too close to him.