Wen Ying stopped. 'Sure enough, no matter how capable he is, he's still just a kid.'
'I shouldn't talk about the truly terrifying things. Can't go scaring the little one.'
Kong Jian, beaming with joy, tugged on Shihuhu's hand and leaned in a little closer.
With his head lowered, Kong Jian made a decision. 'Next time, I have to go into the mist with Liger. That way, I can protect Shihuhu!'
'I can't let Shihuhu face such danger all by herself.'
He wasn't afraid of those monsters in the slightest; he barely even gave them a second thought.
Without the mist, it was, as expected, much easier to find their way.
——
As soon as Song Jiayan's new song dropped on the Penguin Music Platform, legions of fans began rallying their friends to buy it.
Everyone was fixated on the numbers, but Song Jiayan only had eyes for Sister Wen Ying's Weibo page.
Even though the livestream was over and he could no longer see her, he kept watching it anyway.
That is, until he got a call from Xu Jiali.
