Mother...
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
The woman then smiled without saying anything more.
Qiao Mu led the little baldy off the carriage and observed their surroundings, yet all she saw was a vast crowd congested on a single road.
Luckily, there was an underbrush area the height of a person's waist nearby. It was the perfect place for the little monk to relieve himself.
The little monk was just four years old anyways, so even if other people saw, there was nothing shameful about it.
"Benefactress, you won't stealthily slink away right?" After pushing aside a clump of underbrush, the little monk turned around again to gaze at her with large and dark eyes.
Qiao Mu: "…"
"Benefactress?"
Qiao Mu gritted her teeth. "Stop prattling, hurry up! I'll be waiting for you here."
"Okay!" Only then did the little monk feel reassured, and he happily ran into the underbrush.
Qiao Mu shook her head speechlessly.