Yang Xian had previously seen these golden lights in Mianmian's Live Broadcast Room. And now, they were gradually moving towards the main hall!
Feeling that this couldn't continue, Yang Xian stealthily moved forward, hoping to get close to Mianmian to inform her of this.
Su Chenjin, who was originally sitting behind Mianmian, noticed Yang Xian's movements and tacitly moved back to sit on Yang Xian's cushion, allowing Yang Xian to take the seat in front.
After they switched places, Mianmian still hadn't noticed.
Little Bun maintained the cross-legged meditation posture, with a deep in thought expression on that chubby little face, clearly still immersed in her musings.
"Mianmian, Mianmian?"
Suddenly hearing Yang Xian's voice, Mianmian snapped back to reality, blinked her eyes, and asked him what was the matter. She noticed the swap in positions between her great-nephew and Yang Xian, and her expression immediately became serious.