When Bai Zhi'er returned, the killing rod had already been used up.
The little one took small steps, walked up to Feng Fuce, and obediently stretched out her two little white hands.
Feng Fuce was taken aback and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long fluttering lashes and said softly: "Brother Fu Ce, check me, I've washed them clean!"
Feng Fuce couldn't help but chuckle softly upon hearing this.
Fool.
To humor her, Feng Fuce indeed reached out his hand, pinched her soft little fingertips, and examined them seriously.
Finally, Feng Fuce nodded faintly: "Very good, go sit down."
Bai Zhi'er sat obediently on the chair.
At this time, Wei Zian silently looked at her, and the little one snorted.
Everyone present, except for Chu Ping, felt a bit surprised.
Marquis Wan had just been extremely patient with the little princess.
The way he appeared with killing intent moments before made him seem like a completely different person.
