By the time Qiao An and Sheng Bai left the pet hospital, night had already fallen. The city's neon lights cast mottled reflections on the car window. Sheng Bai's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly as he periodically glanced at Qiao An in the passenger seat.
The Little Fox in her arms was already asleep, its furry head resting against her arm, breathing evenly.
"Um, Qiao An..." Sheng Bai finally couldn't hold back any longer. His voice was a bit hoarse as he asked cautiously, "Are you really not a Fox Immortal?"
Qiao An nearly burst out laughing. She forced a straight face and turned to look at Sheng Bai, though inwardly she was running through every sad event in her life to keep from smiling.
In this strange atmosphere, Qiao An had been acting all mysterious.
"What do you think?"
Sheng Bai swallowed, subconsciously gripping the steering wheel tighter, trying to appear calm.
