"Brother Tian, it looks like your son is calling for you."
Listening to the chirping of the little bird outside, clumsily flapping its wings, Zhang Ling'er said with a laugh, but in Ye Tian's view, the little bird flying awkwardly in the air was indeed waiting for him. He hadn't told anyone about the bird's flying speed and the power of its wings when it flapped them in the forest at noon.
This damn bird is really putting on a show.
Ye Tian was startled. Could it be that the guy has something to tell him?
"Ling'er, do you have a flashlight here?"
"Yes, I'll go get it for you."
The little monk looked at Ye Tian with a look of silent reproach but didn't say a word. Ye Tian just wanted to laugh seeing his expression and whispered, patting his shoulder, "Little Master, love requires taking the initiative, you can't be hesitant."
"Amitabha, all is well."
