Zhao Rong asked the question that had been worrying him.
Su Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, nodding her head, then shaking it, "Um, probably not, Sister Lingfei might not have noticed me very much, she probably had all her thoughts on you far away."
She puffed her cheeks and squinted, trying to explain: "Maybe she thought I fell because the little fox demon was so timid and got scared by her aura and sword chant? Anyway, later Sister Lingfei directly left, she didn't come to find me again."
Zhao Rong thought worriedly, recalling his meeting with Qingjun Qian'er yesterday, they seemed indeed without any abnormalities.
He slowly nodded, taking a deep breath and picked up the bowl again.
During Zhao Rong's contemplation, a certain little fox demon had been staring at her lover for quite a while.
"Zhao Lang."
She suddenly called out.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Rong raised his head.
"Xiaoxiao...Is Xiaoxiao just a useless little fox demon?" She tilted her head and asked.
