Zeng Anmin looked earnestly at the little monk, Yingchen. Seeing the candid smile on his face, he also smiled, casually slipping the candy back into his pocket. Afterward, Zeng Anmin strolled around with little Yingchen as if nothing had happened.
"You still haven't thrown this little Wooden Sword away?" Zeng Anmin suddenly noticed Hu Zi's small Wooden Sword in the little monk's room.
Yingchen blinked his clear eyes and looked seriously at Zeng Anmin, asking, "Why should I throw away the gift Benefactor Hu gave me?"
"But that thing is also the murder weapon that struck your head and left a mark," Zeng Anmin said, finding it somewhat amusing. If someone had caught him off guard and struck him on the head with a sword like that, he would have definitely chopped the thing into pieces for firewood.
