"Whoa!"
Upon hearing Ah Qing call out Xiaolan, Mo Yiqing turned to see the little fox, and his first reaction was confusion, followed closely by deep shock.
More than puzzlement over why Xiaolan was in the distant Chang'an City.
What truly shocked Mo Yiqing was, if Xiaolan was in Chang'an, then who was the fox with the haughty, displeased look on its face during Ah Qing's video call home after getting off the plane?
Although there are quite a few ancient tombs in Chang'an, it's not usually this creepy in broad daylight, right?
Thinking this, Mo Yiqing felt goosebumps rise all over.
"Ying ying ying—"
Ansheng, held in Lin Ying's arms, waved his little fox paws and jumped to the ground, dashing up to Ah Qing and standing on his hind legs to hug Ah Qing's seemingly thicker waist.
"That's right!"
"Absolutely right! It's that plump and juicy feel," Ansheng thought in his heart while hugging Ah Qing's waist.
