Wu Ma felt somewhat ill at ease, fidgeting with her hands, unsure of what to say.
She walked over to the tea table, poured a cup of tea for Bai Man, and said in a low voice, "Miss Bai, please have some tea."
Bai Man wasn't particularly keen on touching the cup, she just smiled softly and gracefully, "Has the little one been good lately? I haven't visited in many days, and I really miss him."
"Sometimes good, sometimes noisy, but mostly he is quite quiet. The child is very smart," Wu Ma said with a smile.
A few months ago, Bai Man had entrusted someone to bring a child to Wu Ma, saying the child was abandoned on the street and happened to be found by her. She had sent the child to the Red Flower Orphanage and asked Wu Ma to take care of him.
Later, Bai Man brought over a few more children, most of them very young and especially pitiable. Therefore, Wu Ma always regarded Bai Man as a bodhisattva, kind-hearted, and showed her great respect.
"Is he asleep? Take me to see him."
