"Brother Ye! Qing Jun!"
Seeing the door wide open, Mao Qingzhu quickly stepped forward. She first squatted down, holding Qing Jun's little face with both hands, scrutinizing her carefully from top to bottom.
Seeing the little girl in good spirits, without a trace of depression and actually looking fine, she finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"As long as you're okay… as long as you're okay…"
Mao Qingzhu's voice was slightly choked, her eyes a bit red,
"There's been no sound these past days, it scared me to death…"
The little girl felt uncomfortable and whispered, "If Qing Jun dies, Qing Jun dies. What does it have to do with Aunt Mao?"
"Nonsense!"
Annoyed, Chen Ye raised his hand and gently but firmly knocked the little girl's forehead,
"Do the lessons about respecting your teacher and valuing the ways all get swallowed by a dog? Aunt Mao is your elder and she is also our instructor at Baopu Peak. Is there anything wrong with her being concerned about you?"
