"Master is so childish! We're all adults, and you're still saying you can't bear to part with us…"
The silver-haired little girl lightly jumped off the wooden stool, tilting her small head. Her frail and petite body looked even thinner wrapped in oversized clothes.
She raised her little face, like white porcelain, and suspiciously looked her master up and down:
"Hmph, Master is definitely lying! Always fooling the disciples..."
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Chen Ye was displeased.
He had always treated these two disciples with sincerity.
Never taking advantage of their young age to deceive them casually.
Nor did he rely on their dependence, attempting to control them in the palm of his hand, even intentionally fostering their independence.
So how could he be fooling them?
Seeing this little one not only unappreciative but also daring to slander, the subtle displeasure in Chen Ye's heart from being called childish finally found an outlet.
