C222 Disappeared

The one who came was a young novice monk, 15 or 16 years old, handsome, but bald.

"What's the matter, young master?" Zhou Jun grabbed a chair and placed it across the table.

Little Sha Mi should have come to ask for help, but she was a little shy. She lowered her head and cowered.

"Young master, if you have something to say, just say it. I am hungry." Zhou Jun urged.

"Um