"There's no need to take it out," Mikaela said. "I'll call someone over."
...
Meanwhile.
River View Hotel.
The room with the best view.
Feng Fu stared at the words on Inchupa's leaf, hesitatingly saying, "Isn't this written as 'Little Treasure Spirit'?"
Li Chaoyuan sipped tea, not responding.
"Cuncun."
Inchupa showed an approving expression, called out once, indicating his eyesight was good.
Speaking, it adjusted the leaf with its claws, allowing the signature to be seen more clearly by Feng Fu.
"Cuncun."
"Cuncun..."
Inchupa started enthusiastically recounting last night's experience.
But before it finished, Li Chaoyuan interrupted, "It's morning, Qiao Sang might have already started training, go have a look."
"Cuncun."
Inchupa rationally returned, nodded, then sprawled on the sofa, closed its eyes.
