When Gu Taitian heard this, it turned to a different meaning.
Don't you know the temperament of your own daughter? For whom are you putting on this difficult-to-sustain anger?
Gu Taitian caught the meaning behind Little Monk Bu Jie's words, immediately turning his head, his face barely concealing his anger, to look at the little monk sitting at the front of the carriage. Under the sunlight, Little Monk Bu Jie's shiny little bald head blinked especially brightly.
With no awareness of fanning the flames, Little Monk Bu Jie just let him look, feeling quite at ease and very innocent.
Yet, in those eyes that seemed to see through all the worldly affairs, there was an inexplicable hint of provocation.
Yes, it was provocation!
