"Don't be afraid. This is a honey pastry, would you like to taste it?"

Lin Mengya spoke tenderly and then handed the honey dessert that Baizhi had left in the carriage to the little kid.

Maybe it was the warmth in the carriage or Lin Mengya's gentle voice that attracted the little kid to reach out his chubby hands and take the honey pastry from Lin Mengya's hands.

"Come on. Come here. Don't worry. We've driven away those bad guys."

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