Qingyuan Temple and Guiyi Temple

After closing his phone, Xia Zhihuai turned around and saw little Wanwan peeking out from the doorway, attentively gazing at him.

Wanwan clung to the doorframe, blinked her eyes, and softly asked, “Is dinner getting cold? Are you still going to eat?”

Xia Zhihuai’s face was initially gloomy, but upon seeing Wanwan’s cautious expression, he rubbed his face with his hands and immediately smiled.

“Yes, let’s go inside and have dinner.”

No matter how difficult life and work were, he couldn’t lose his temper with a child.

Wanwan glanced at the unfortunate soul who had gained some weight behind him, puffed up her cheeks, and stared at him for a while.

When Xia Zhihuai held her little hand, the unfortunate soul took a few steps back but refused to leave.

The unfortunate soul’s strength had become much stronger than before, and this time, brother was in much more serious trouble. It seemed that the issue with the unfortunate soul needed to be resolved as soon as possible.