With tears in her eyes, she tightly grasped Wen Zao's hand: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If it weren't for my stubbornness about coming to Morocco, Rongrong wouldn't have gotten into trouble... No, I must go rescue her. I must bring Rongrong back safe and sound..."
"Xixi!" Wen Zao was worried that Ye Xixi might lose her mind. He hugged her tightly from behind, but Ye Xixi, much like Lu Qiao, seemed to have lost her reason, struggling wildly, baring her teeth and claws, and even lowered her head to bite Wen Zao's arm. Wen Zao slightly furrowed his brow, then sternly warned, "Xixi, calm down, or else I will knock you out immediately."
As expected, Ye Xixi quieted down. She knew that with her skills, she was no match for Wen Zao.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, and her little face was smudged with dirt from crying: "What about Rongrong? Are we not going to rescue her?"
