Wu Ju put his palms together and said, "Then I wish you a safe pregnancy and a healthy child."
Sister Qin smiled and handed the thing in her hand to Wu Ju. "Master, I don't know what monks like, so I took the liberty to buy something for you. Don't reject it. You've helped me greatly. After I give birth, I'll definitely bring the child to Qingshan Temple for you to see."
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Sister Qin was just lucky, but she did not think so. She felt that Wu Ju was right. This was fate.
The child in her stomach was fated with this old master. He had yet to be born, but this old master had saved his life. This was too precious.
Wu Ju took it. "Madam, go back and rest well."
Sister Qin nodded. "I'm too happy today. I've already applied for leave. My husband will come to pick me up soon."
As she spoke, a middle-aged man got out of a taxi and ran over ecstatically. "Is that true?"
