International Spices Exhibition

"No, I have to hurry up and develop the hair solution. It has to have a strong effect. I have to let Netherworld quickly grow his hair." Feng Qing mumbled to herself as she showered. It was not that she was worried about Netherworld, but she could not stand the hallucinations that she had because of it. At the thought of Xie Jiuhan, she would think of the bald spot on Xie Jiuhan's head in her dream.

After showering for an hour, Feng Qing finally walked out of the bathroom and changed into a brand new pink pajamas. Feng Qing went to the balcony and took a few deep breaths before putting away her undergarments.

When she was putting away her underwear, she was stunned for a moment and shouted, "Little Wu, are you there?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Little Wu's figure appeared out of thin air in front of Feng Qing, as if she was already there. "Madam Qingqing, what can I do for you?" Little Wu asked respectfully.