The jaws of the two flustered disciples almost dropped to the ground. Song Changqing could not hold the incense in his hand and it fell to the back of his foot.
The little girl happened to be at the age where she had just learned how to speak. Song Changqing usually taught her to call him 'senior brother' when he was free.
After teaching her tirelessly every day for a long time, he knew that he was the first person she called 'senior brother'.
Usually, she only knew how to blow bubbles at herself, but she did not expect that the moment she opened her mouth, she would call someone else 'father'.
"Waa!"
The more the child thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He immediately burst into tears.
The boy who usually pretended to be mature and sensible in front of children was now jumping and crying.
"I don't want you to call me father ...哇哇呜.. I want you to call me senior brother ... Why didn't you call me first ... Wuwuwuwa ..."
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