Wuming's long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes fluttered gently as he smiled and said, "I am your little fox."
Su Qiuqiu cried, "You nasty brother, don't flirt with my goddess right in front of me! Or I'll hit you!"
Wuming: "..." Is this called flirting?
Wuming suddenly wanted to tear his cheap sister's mouth apart.
Su Jing was shocked; have these people figured out who is Bai Chuwei's official partner?
Mr. Duan, where's your presence?!
Duan Feihan stood silently beside Bai Chuwei, with a slight frown, lost in thought.
Wuming looked over at the heartbroken grand elder, who almost burst into tears, clutching the wooden box tightly, every step felt heartbreaking, moving as slow as a snail.
Bai Chuwei smiled and said, "Fox Clan elder, I won't take your sacred object for free."
The grand elder, a rather handsome old male fox, was also Su Qiuqiu's late mother's brother, Su Qiuqiu's uncle.
In their clan, the females are the saintesses, and the male foxes are generally the elders.
