The Unlucky Little King

"I'll make a phone call."

A few minutes later, seeing An Ya and the others all in the room, Ye Lingfeng sipped his tea and spoke.

"Okay." Xi Mo replied casually, his gaze scanning the bag in Ye Lingfeng's hand, pausing momentarily.

Xi Yan also noticed, puzzled: "Why does he still hold Zhouzhou's bag while making a call?"

Xi Mo remained silent, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Xi Yan's inquiry was casual, and seeing no response from Ye Lingfeng, she didn't dwell on it, continuing to rest on the sofa.

Meanwhile, in the study, Ye Lingfeng locked the door, looking at the bag in his hand, he spoke: "Ancestral Master, could you come out for a moment?"

At his words, the Ancestral Master floated out slowly, asking, "What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he flicked a talisman from his fingertip.

Ye Lingfeng blinked, and the next moment, he saw the Ancestral Master's figure.