The silver-haired girl slightly raised her chin, her face devoid of any expression.
Yet somehow, it gave off a vibe of smugness.
Nangong Wumeng reached out and embraced the silver-haired girl, ruffling her hair: "What are you so smug about?"
Wen He remained composed, calculating the situation ahead.
The Nine-colored Divine Deer stared at the auspicious sign there and said:
"Indeed, a sturdy child."
"But compared to before, why have you become skinnier?"
The Nine-colored Divine Deer's gaze was kind and gentle:
"Haven't been eating properly, huh? You need to nourish yourself more, eat plenty."
Everyone had their thoughts; Nangong Wumeng felt happy inside, Wen Qingyu pondered the overall situation, but at this moment, a voice broke the silence. Everyone turned to see the door next to the yard open, and Lei Laomeng, with a scruffy beard and bloodshot eyes, emerged:
"Ah, Think Tank."
"I did it!"
Mr. Wen He was stunned: "...What?"
