Sima You Yue looked away from the child, looked at Yan Ya and asked, "What's the matter? Where did you bring him back from?"
"Why are you so indifferent? They are both children but your attitude towards Fu Xi and this little kid is so different?" Yan Ya asked.
"I'm still having a terrible headache now, so how do you want me to deal with it when you suddenly appear before me to treat a wounded kid?" Sima You Yue frowned, "If he's from the Zhou Clan, it will be better to leave it to the Patriarch."
"He is not from Zhou Clan, but someone whom I met while wandering outside. Seeing him so pitiful, I brought him back." Yan Ya said.
"You are the dignified Second Master of the Enchanted Music Sect, renowned for killing countless people, and you will actually have compassion for a child? If you were me, would you believe this?" Sima You Yue rolled her eyes at him.
"Of course, I will believe it."
