Seeing his expression, Ye Zi'an knew that these were probably all true.
Then noticing the clothes he hadn't taken off yet, as well as the bird feather hat, he couldn't help but cover his face, "Son, why are you always causing such a stir?"
"Handsome Dad, please help me explain to Mom," Yangyang tugged at Ye Zi'an's clothes, "I didn't intentionally mess with those people, and besides, they deserved it. I was just doing what's right for the people, right?"
"Do you think you're the Buddha? Saving the world?"
Yang Chuxia felt like dragging this mischievous kid over to give him a spanking. If she didn't, one day he might dare to burn down someone's palace.
"I'm the Buddha's disciple. I may not be able to save the world, but I can still rid the people of harm," Yangyang sheepishly scratched his head. Mom's analogy was too grand. How could he compare to Buddha?
