Fu Xiqin instinctively cried out in grief, "Master!"
Sure enough, when Brother Jin left, he said that one instrument couldn't handle the situation, afraid it couldn't protect the Ancestor. Now, it can't even protect itself. If the Master finds out it found the Ancestor but didn't report it, will the Master crush it?
Wuuu... Brother Jin, save me!
Who would've known, Nangong Mo didn't even hear its cry, instead, he coldly toyed with it in his palm over and over, "Who made this toy? Such shoddy quality."
"???" Fu Xiqin was dumbfounded.
To-toy?
Zuzi chuckled, "The Ancestor already said, there's no need to panic. Why is everyone losing their heads?"
She patted Xi Rubao on the shoulder, "Go, take back Xiao Qinqin and just say it's your toy."
Xi Rubao's heart nearly leapt from her throat!
What?!
She has to snatch something from that terrifying man's hands.
Can she really do it?
But she couldn't disobey her sister.
