Ming Ti irritably shook off Ming Chen's hand and said coldly, "What's your name?"
"I'm Ming Chen, are you an idiot?"
"Where are you from?"
"Of course, Jiyue Temple..."
Ming Ti snorted coldly, "Good, you haven't forgotten. I thought the rich and luxurious life in Jiangzhou might have made you forget your identity."
Ming Chen isn't stupid. She picked up the doll and dusted it off. "Of course, I won't forget my identity. An orphaned little nun, if it weren't for Ming Jing, we'd still be starving and freezing on the mountain."
"In Buddhism, we must restrain our greed, anger, and ignorance, don't forget that."
Ming Chen sneered, "Are you out of your mind? We've returned to secular life, so we don't need to abide by the rules and precepts of Buddhism anymore. If you want to make yourself miserable, don't drag me down with you."
"You..." Ming Ti couldn't argue with her and coldly snorted, "I'm doing this for your own good."
