Xu Leisong looked up and met Yun Qi's eyes.
The Little Dumpling, looking quite adorable, was actually sitting in the main seat, next to Mo Wanting's affectionate smile.
Xu Leisong immediately guessed that this must be the Little Master who had come to the house to catch ghosts, turning the household upside down, almost causing his parents to divorce.
He's seen many street hustlers, but never one who came to work with a milk bottle.
Ignoring his older brother and sister, he strode toward Yun Qi, full of swagger.
The crowd was startled, thinking he might do something to Yun Qi.
So some stepped forward to stop him, others stood in front of Yun Qi, each with eyes as cold as ice.
Xu Leisong sneered, "What? I wouldn't touch a child. Everyone move aside. Since you call her a master, she might as well do a reading for me."
Sitting down opposite Yun Qi, his long fingers tapped on the table, his gaze extremely unfriendly.
