"Boss, this couldn't be the child groom you picked for yourself, right?"
Hannah glanced at him and told him to stay put.
After that day, Qingyu officially became one of the wanderers.
Since he was the most well-read and always maintained the appearance of an ancient scholar, Nicholas would jokingly call Qingyu their "think tank."
Sixth Hoffman asked what a think tank was.
Nicholas explained it to him.
Everyone understood and expressed their agreement.
As they got more familiar, Sixth Hoffman would sometimes tease Qingyu, asking him when he planned to marry their boss.
Every time this happened, Qingyu would lower his head and earnestly explain, "I am a novice monk; I partially belong to the Buddhist order. Marriage is a topic I dare not presume upon."
The youth spoke softly, his long black hair still unbound, covering the slightly blushing earlobes.
As it happened, Hannah walked by, saw him, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Little monk, why is your face always so red?"
