Xiao Xian seemed to see a woman in her twenties bowing to her, "Master Shan Yin, come see, I'm not strong enough to hold her." Xiao Xian knew that the person Taohua most wanted to see at this moment should be Master Shan Yin.
Master Shan Yin had been a monk for over forty years but had never held a child. As Xiao Xian spoke, she pushed the baby into his arms, and the flustered monk hurriedly took over the child.
He didn't dare to use too much strength, only dragging the baby girl with his palm. Just as he was about to check for any letters on the baby girl that might be related to her origin, the baby suddenly took the monk's finger into her mouth and started to bite playfully.
"Master Shan Yin, she's hungry, no, she's smiling," Yezi, who was scared half to death a moment ago, now seemed energized.
