"Not a fisherman grandfather, but a musician grandfather."
"No," the little girl's voice was slightly downcast, but not unhappy.
Because she knew her grandfather must be very comforted at this moment.
She was even more aware of how difficult this was for Mr. Mo Da, after all, not everyone was like Mr. Liu who simply sought the company of high mountains and running rivers.
"The brothers and sisters inside the Sect are all very nice, they will like you."
These words made her slightly anxious, her small hand involuntarily clutching the corner of her dress: "Rong, I'm worried I won't fit in."
Zhao Rong understood her worries, and didn't bother to explain.
He just said with an easy smile, "Simple, just bring your pipa with you."
That night, Zhao Rong talked a lot about Longquan to satisfy her curiosity.
Especially when she heard about Ai Gen's impressive talent, the little girl showed an eager desire to try.
The next morning.
