Luo Yu glanced at him and said, "What kind of uncle are you?" Saying that, he also followed and stood up towards him, saying, "Alright, alright, you've been hugging for a while, let me hug, let me hug."
Gray Wolf dodged while holding the child, and said, "Hug what hug? I've only just taken over this! It hasn't even been hugged with a hot whoop yet!" As he said that, he backed up until he seemed to bump into someone behind him.
"Be careful, don't fall on the Little Master."
Leng Hua's voice came, and at the same time, he also helped him a bit, worried that if he didn't hold him steady, he would fall on the Little Master, but unexpectedly, when he looked into his arms, Little Yue'er's eyes curved into a crescent moon, smiling happily.
The monk at the side looked at the child in Gray Wolf's arms and lightly recited, "Amitabha."
"Master Monk, hello again!" Gray Wolf said, turning around with the child in his arms.
