Grabbing Zhu Haomiao's handsome face, Ye Wan Ning viciously kneaded and pulled, venting the resentment in her heart.
On the other side, Zhu Haomiao could only show a naive silly smile, letting Ye Wan Ning do as she pleased.
"Chirp~"
At this moment, a little girl as exquisite as a carved doll popped out of nowhere, offering a feather as if presenting a treasure, handing it to Zhu Haomiao.
Looking at the light feather that seemed to be made of pure gold, with a surreal sacred flame dancing on its surface, Ye Wan Ning's pupils slowly widened, involuntarily letting out a sharp burst.
"Where did you get this?!"
"Xuxu picked it up~"
Pointing in the direction outside the door, Diao Chan proudly puffed out her little chest, her face full of the expectation to be praised.
Zhu Haomiao took the golden feather with a complex expression, feeling the refined and grand divine essence within, hesitating to speak, speaking to hesitate.
