Su Li personally instructed the delivery of the ginseng soup...
Feng Huaijin was just about to drag that little girl out for a proper scolding when Su Li's startled cry came from the direction of the second-floor bedroom.
Feng Huaijin frowned, dropped the bowl in his hand, and quickly ran upstairs. Pushing open the door to the children's room, he saw Su Li standing in the middle of the room.
"What's wrong?"
Su Li's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and she gently bit her lip and said, "I don't know. Just now, I was picking clothes for Tuanzi, and when I turned around, he was gone. He might have gone back. What's up with that secret technique?"
Su Li looked down at her hands, vaguely feeling something different. It seemed like the time for using that secret technique had shortened, and her eyes had been having issues lately, making her quite uneasy.
