Everyone looked at the Little Monk with the gaze one would give to a warrior.
The Little Monk gave a simple, honest smile.
"I have no other intentions, just hoping the lady benefactor can take me in for a while."
Qiao Yiyi scoffed coldly, "You still say you have no other intentions? You've already made it into her house!"
Before Qiao Yiyi said this, the Little Monk truly had no other thoughts.
But after he said that, the Little Monk thought for a moment and felt an inappropriate excitement.
The bullet comments immediately filled with mockery.
"Who said earlier that you can't win love through taste buds? Step up and take the hit!"
"Hahahahaha… Epic face slap!"
"Little Monk is badass, he's so daring, hahaha…"
Impressive, my Little Monk.
The Little Monk didn't know he had become the netizens' mascot for getting face-slapped. After thinking about it, he found Qiao Yiyi's suggestion very good.
So he changed his tune on the spot.
