"What?" Xiaolang was shocked and knelt abruptly beside the middle-aged man.
"Master, have I done something wrong to upset you?" Xiaolang's eyes filled with tears. "If that's the case, you can scold me however you like, but could you please not leave?"
Moments ago, Xiaolang, who faced enemies with ease, now cried like a child who hadn't grown up.
The middle-aged man said irritably, "Why are you crying? Stand up. Is this how I taught you?"
Xiaolang pursed his lips, stood up aggrievedly, and looked pitifully at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was at a loss under Xiaolang's gaze, and his heart softened involuntarily.
After all, he is still just a child.
"The reason I have to leave is because I have other important matters to attend to, not because you did anything wrong."
"You are a good kid and can handle things well. Even if I'm not by your side in the future, there shouldn't be a problem."
