She didn't care if Jiang Kechu was home or not and went straight to knock on Wan Chu'er's door.
As soon as the door opened, Mai Qiqi hugged Wan Chu'er, leaning all her weight on her.
"What happened?" Wan Chu'er asked with concern, "Didn't go smoothly?"
Mai Qiqi let out a long sigh, "The stench of wine and meat behind the vermilion gates, while the frozen bones lie on the road." Then she let go of Wan Chu'er and plopped down on the sofa.
"Running around all day is exhausting, physically and mentally."
Wan Chu'er chuckled, turned around to the kitchen, and brought out a glass of juice, handing it to her, "Try it, my new creation. Chuanqi and Hunter love it. I saved some just for you."
Mai Qiqi raised an eyebrow, took a sip with her mouth, and tasted the sweet and sourness, "Passion fruit, pear, apple, peach, not bad."
Little Zhuanqi looked at her eagerly and asked, "Godmother, is it good?"
