"Senior Brother... he... he..." he stammered, pointing at Hu Zi in Zeng Anmin's arms. "He's the one from that day..."
Seeing how terrified the young monk was, Zeng Anmin felt truly ashamed. He quickly took the nutritional supplements from Dachun and handed them toward the young monk, Yingchen. "I am so sorry. I am this child's uncle. I came today specifically to apologize." He placed the gifts on the table.
"No, no, this poor monk cannot accept a Patron's belongings." Hearing this, Yingchen hurriedly waved his hands.
"Please just accept it, little master..."
"My uncle is giving you something, so just take it," Hu Zi said weakly.
Upon hearing Hu Zi's voice, little Yingchen's body froze as if he had been hit by a Body Fixation Skill. Clearly, he was still traumatized by Hu Zi. Seeing this, the old monk's heart ached terribly. His hands frantically cycled through his Prayer Beads. "Amitabha... Amitabha..."
