Too many things had happened throughout the night.
Looking at their eldest son's messy room, and thinking of what they had been through as a couple that night.
Then, considering the soft little one, the expressions of the husband and wife instantly changed.
They couldn't help but feel a certain reverence.
Yet, because Little Milk Bun was so soft and well-behaved, they hadn't witnessed Tang Jin using the horsetail whisk to scatter the Xu ghost into smoke and mist.
All they saw was such a small child, holding a horsetail whisk, looking like a Fuwa doll from a New Year picture.
They really couldn't muster much respect.
They just wanted to pick up Little Master and cuddle him, playful and doting.
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Tang Wenhuo had nothing to do with this incident, and it would not be good if he entered the room for no reason and was affected by the Xu's malice, attracting other entities to himself.
