The little milk baby, about four or five years old, looked up seriously.
What's a little milk baby saying?
Some people found it amusing in their hearts.
But one dared to say it, another dared to respond.
"Alright, alright, with the Little Immortal's word, I can now give an explanation to those above."
The person in charge was beaming with joy, repeatedly agreeing.
Everyone stiffened.
Feng Shui Metaphysics Master—?
Who?
The little milk bun that's not even as tall as a person's thigh??
The little bald head with a shining, reflective scalp!!!
How old is she? A Feng Shui Metaphysics Master, boss, wake up!!
The foreman also found it somewhat amusing and walked over.
"Is this the Feng Shui Master the boss mentioned?"
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A shadow loomed overhead.
Little Milk Bun looked up to meet someone's gaze, her pretty cat-like eyes blinking.
Clearly a soft little thing, she wasn't a bit afraid to talk to strangers and spoke with a milky voice that was exceptionally stable and reliable.
