Lin Caisang was stunned for a moment when she saw the little fellow lose his balance and plop down onto her legs with such force that she nearly toppled over.
"Be careful."
Ya Molian promptly reached out to stabilize her.
"Little master, don't run around anymore, or else the National Teacher will see you and you'll be punished again."
At that moment, several servants had already rushed over to catch the little boy. One of them scooped him up and apologized to Lin Caisang several times before taking the boy away.
"It's all your fault, all your fault!"
The little boy struggled a few times in the servant's arms, glaring at Lin Caisang with venomous eyes.
If it hadn't been for her, he could have run away by now, could have gone back to his own home, and wouldn't have had to stay in this strange place—it was all because of this woman!
"I hate you! Why did you have to hurt me?!"
"I..."
Lin Caisang raised her hand, innocently touching her nose.
