"Yahaha—woo woo woo!"
The little fox in Ah Qing's arms squirmed and whimpered, the comfort and confusion on its little face completely undeniable.
Ah Qing currently seemed to be sleepwalking, but as if she gained some peculiar sense, her massage technique received an epic enhancement, flipping the little fox over.
"So..."
"Why am I the one getting beaten up?" Uncle Jinlong stood on his two short legs, leaning against the doorpost, lizard-like hands clinging to the door, his face full of resentment as he watched the scene inside.
With Lord Fortunate distracting Ah Qing, Jin Wanlin, once certain that Ah Qing's condition was stable, immediately began to organize the medical staff to evacuate from the special hospital ward.
Within Jin Wanlin's heart, although she had a lot of questions she wanted to ask Lord Fortunate.
