Fang Hong merely described the appearance of his control gloves and information crystal to the latter, the little girl seemed to understand vaguely. But Fang Hong wasn't anxious, as Miss Tata would accompany her, otherwise he wouldn't feel at ease.
Although he didn't know where his belongings were exactly, he trusted Miss Tata, believing she would find a way. If even Tata had no way, it probably meant it couldn't be recovered.
Miss Tata always followed protocols, organizing everything orderly.
Fang Hong found himself unconsciously habitually trusting his Miss Dragon Soul unconditionally.
Nini silently slipped through the dungeon bars with her petite form; to her, the bars were like towering stone pillars in a spacious hall, posing no obstacle. She curiously glanced around the environment outside, not far in the darkness was a long-eared gray mouse, staring with its beady eyes, wary of this suddenly appearing 'strange' creature.
