Old Master Rong's gaze completely changed.
Although it was still unclear why Yi Enyang had been taken away.
But a prediction of imprisonment indicated certain expertise was necessary.
Little Milk Jin stopped looking at the pale-faced guilty fellow and, tilting her little head upward, looked at Rong Yinghui.
The young man's little curls seemed to perk up, his puppy-dog eyes shining.
Tang Jin, feeling self-consciously observed, coughed softly with a touch of haughty tenderness and, taking advantage of the conversation between Tang Wenhuo and Old Master Rong, walked over a few steps and grabbed the hem of Rong Yinghui's clothes, watching him crouch down.
She patted her little chest and whispered softly, "You see, I told you I'm reliable, huh? I'd never take money without doing the job. You can always trust Jinjin to make money to support the family!"
Rong Yinghui was almost in tears, "You truly are my magical little treasure!"
A hint of bewilderment flashed in Little Bun's eyes.
