Zhao Rong: How should I answer?
He was unsure whether Qian'er was alluding to a little fox demon or some other imagined foe.
At this moment, when he was troubled about how to feign ignorance, Zhao Lingfei, quietly tidying his clothes, suddenly intervened to relieve him, "Alright, Qian'er, stop teasing... Husband, you too, leading Qian'er into mischief again."
Zhao Rong quickly nodded in agreement.
Little Qian'er looked at the lady, then tugged Zhao Rong's sleeve, "Alright, no more jokes, Brother Rong'er, you... you still haven't told us what you experienced in that secret realm?"
"Why... did your severed hand grow back?" She touched Zhao Rong's right hand, then curiously looked at his face, "And Brother Rong'er, your face, how is it... a bit different?"
Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong, not far away, both looked at Zhao Rong.
The latter smiled and said, "Did I become more handsome?"
"Yes."
