Xiao Xian seemed to see a young woman in her twenties bowing to her with a smile, "Master Shan Yin, come take a look, I don't have the strength, I can't wrap it up." Xiao Xian knew, at this moment, the person Taohua most wanted to see should be Master Shan Yin.
Master Shan Yin had been living a monastic life for over forty years but had never held a child. As Xiao Xian spoke, she pushed the baby into his arms. The big monk was so flustered that he hurriedly took the child.
He didn't dare to use too much force, and could only cradle the baby girl with his palms. Just as he was about to check if there was any letter related to the baby's origin on her, the baby suddenly latched onto the monk's finger, smacking and biting on it.
"Master Shan Yin, she's hungry, no, she's smiling," Yezi, who was just scared out of her wits, was now spirited.
