"Alright, stop crying." Dao Xuzi was finally annoyed by the crying, "If you keep crying, this robe of mine will become a rag..." He said disdainfully as he took off his outer robe and threw it to Tang Wanqian, "Making me sick enough to vomit last night's meal..."
Tang Wanqian didn't mind, and actually held the robe as a cloth, starting to wipe his face and nose, "I just want to take on a disciple, why is it so difficult?"
Yang Ruxin twitched the corner of her mouth but managed to hold back her laughter.
