Lin Xia sat on the side, unable to suppress her laughter. She leaned her small face closer, whispering in Qin Feng's ear, "Brother Qin, isn't the Daoist Family not supposed to get married?"
Qin Feng glanced at her, motioning her not to speak carelessly.
A reincarnated Living Buddha was here; if he could take him as a disciple, Qin Feng would have struck gold.
Huh Jianming thought for a while, hesitantly asking his son, "Tongtong, have you seen anything strange these past couple of days?"
"Something strange?"
Little Tongtong scratched his head, recalling, "I don't think so. It's just that on my way to school, there are always a lot of uncles and aunties following me. Some even kneel before me, asking me to save them!"
Huh Jianming's heart leapt into his throat, and he quickly asked, "They didn't do anything to you, right? What do they look like?"
