"What is it? Is there something wrong with the little white tiger?" Nanfeng Zhirou's heart plummeted as she quickly asked.
Ye Yuan did not reply her and just turned the little white tiger all over to inspect several times and also used divine sense to investigate. His expression became increasingly solemn.
Nanfeng Zhirou was an anxious person. Seeing Ye Yuan mess around for so long and refusing to say anything, and his expression becoming uglier, she could not help asking anxiously, "Just what is going on? Talk! Seriously, you'll be the death of me! He won't die, right?"
Only now did Ye Yuan look at Nanfeng Zhirou as if he was staring at a retard. "What? Die? He couldn't be better!"
Nanfeng Zhirou finally let out a sigh of relief but immediately said huffily, "If he's fine, then what are you pulling that long face for? Deliberately scaring me? Why can't you finish saying everything in one go? Just what happened to him?"