Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,Zhou Zhou's ears twitched quietly, and her eyeballs followed suit. She didn't raise her head and still looked sad and heartbroken, her shoulders shaking, her sobs growing louder.,Li Yuanming also thought of this matter, embarrassedly touched his nose, mumbled a word, and walked to the back.。