Xia Xin clutched the back of the front seat tightly, looking at Jiangli with concern. He gritted his teeth, ready to push open the car door and go down to help.
But Fu'er stopped him, disparagingly saying, "You little brat, just don't go adding to the chaos. It's fine with the ancestor there alone."
Xia Xin paused, "But, Master told me to protect the ancestor..."
"You, protect? If you don't mess things up, that would be good enough," Fu'er said with a look of disdain, but his disdain was not without reason.
Xia Xin had no face to argue.
"It's not that... Little Master, who are you talking to again?" Yao Xuanhang, who heard Xia Xin's nonsensical words, was almost scared to tears, "What's going on with you and the Abbot? Why do you always mysteriously talk to the air? Is it possible that something has gotten into our car?"
"It's not that," Xia Xin said, licking his dry lips.
Yao Xuanhang wanted to ask more.
Xia Xin said impatiently, "Don't ask for now!"
