"Guoguo. In a while, Senior White and I will have to make a trip outside. You stay here and obediently look after the house. Once I’m back, I’ll bring you to the hospital, okay?" Song Shuhang squeezed the rest of the bread into his mouth and said.
If these were normal flight lessons, he would have brought Guoguo along. But these were lessons with Senior White. He wasn’t so heartless to let an innocent kid suffer.
The small monk patted his chest and said with confidence, "Sure. Nothing will happen to the house under my watch."
Song Shuhang nodded. Then, he shot a glance at Doudou who was watching the news on the computer. He felt a bit relieved.
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After breakfast, Song Shuhang started to practice as usual. After a few rounds of the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, half an hour was already gone.
At this time, someone rang the doorbell.
