Xiong Daoren looked at Sun Wukong's mischievous smile and instantly felt a headache coming on. Sun Wukong, please don't cause trouble at his Buddhist Robe Assembly.
"Wukong, is everything okay in the shop?" Xiong Daoren hinted frantically.
"Nothing's wrong. The master has gone back, and with Big Head taking care of things, what could possibly happen to me?" Sun Wukong said with a laugh.
Xiong Daoren felt helpless, I have a problem, though.
Sun Wukong saw Xiong Daoren's downcast expression and knew what he was worried about. He patted Xiong Daoren's shoulder, "Come on, don't look so glum. What are you afraid of? Surely you're not scared that I, old Sun, will stir up trouble?"
Xiong Daoren quickly shook his head, "No, that's not it. I didn't—I mean, it's great that you can stay, Wukong."
"There you have it." Sun Wukong said with a smile, then changed his appearance.
