Wu Tianxiang Is Out
Two hours later, they arrived at Shang Tangxu's father's abode. The abode was noiseless, and it looked peaceful at night.
She gave the purple horse back to the shop, and Fu Shi stood on her shoulder.
What was wrong with Fu Shi? Didn't she dislike being close to the others? Now that she took the initiative to stand on her shoulder, pretending to be a normal bird,.
No matter how many times she asked, Fu Shi didn't respond to her.
"My wife!"
"Xue'er? You're back."
Unexpectedly, there were three figures waiting for her arrival at this late hour.
"You're out?" Xiu Wanxue saw the white figure with the long white hair rushing to hug her.
His cold and flawless face, which was as beautiful as the porcelain doll, softened when he looked at her.
"My wife, when I opened my eyes and didn't feel your presence here, I thought something had happened to you." Wu Tianxiang couldn't describe his mood at that time.