At this moment, the panic in Xiao Jihan's heart surged like a tide, and his voice lost its usual calmness and steadiness.
His once calm inner lake seemed to have stones thrown into it, causing ripples to spread layer upon layer.
"Wife, wife..."
Xiao Jihan was inherently a person with a cold disposition, not accustomed to any physical contact with anyone.
Yet at this moment, Xiao Jihan didn't even notice that he was holding Su Muyao, and his normally cold expression had changed.
For the first time, he felt a bit flustered. After calling out to Su Muyao several times without a response, Xiao Jihan finally realized.
"Right, find the witch doctor."
"I'll take you to the Ancient Witch Doctor right now."
As Xiao Jihan spoke, he was ready to carry Su Muyao off the ground.
Su Muyao, upon hearing the voice beside her ears, slowly opened her eyes.
Then she saw herself being held in Xiao Jihan's arms.
She could even smell the pleasant scent on him.
