Yue Bai invited Wang Hao and Qingqing into the living room of his house.
Wang Hao didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly, not treating himself as an outsider at all.
Yue Tian suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, unsure of how the deal with Little White had gone. If the demands were too high, wouldn't his dad beat him to death when he came back?
"No need to be nervous!"
Yue Bai patted Yue Tian's shoulder, indicating that with him—no, his uncle—around, the sky wouldn't fall.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Yue Tian nodded, gradually calming down.
"Brother Ma, may I ask about Lord Divine Rabbit..." Yue Tian cupped his hands and turned his head towards Little White on Wang Hao's shoulder.
"Uh..."
Little White's body stiffened, its eyes rolled back, ears drooped, and then it lay down limply on Wang Hao's shoulder, as if about to die at any moment.
