Song Moting whispered softly to Tang Yuan, who was hugging Song Moting's neck and said a few words.
His parents have been nagging him constantly these past days.
Telling him that if he sees anything, don't say it out loud, just quietly tell them.
Tang Yuan's ears were nearly calloused from it. Even Baozi brother, day after day, was like their parents, whispering to him that if he saw anything, he absolutely couldn't speak of it and could only tell the family secretly.
Now Tang Yuan has already accepted this idea well.
"You guys have wrongly accused this young man."
Song Moting spoke up.
The monks, who were originally forcefully twisting the young man's arm intending to push him out of the temple, and the onlookers, all halted.
People turned their heads, surprised, to look at Song Moting.
At a glance, with a child by Song Moting's side, he didn't seem like a bad person.
