Mo Yanchi pulled Zhi'er close and patiently spoke to her.
But unfortunately, the little one's mind was all about delivering food to Feng Fuce!
If she didn't go now, the sea soup porridge would get cold, and then Brother Ce wouldn't be able to eat it!
The noble families were eager to have a word with Mo Yanchi.
To gain some advice from the Six Kingdoms Master.
At this moment, they all gathered nearby, waiting for the right opportunity to approach.
Yet here was little Bai Zhi'er, her tiny hand held by Mo Yanchi, her big eyes constantly glancing towards Feng Fuce.
Mo Yanchi finished his explanation to himself, not noticing if the little one was even listening.
Finally, he stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "So, Master has spoken this way, does Zhi'er understand the reasoning behind it?"
Zhi'er turned her head: "I understand, Master is the best, even when pretending to be a beggar, it's the most realistic!"
