Earlier when the princely heirs were arguing, Feng Fuce had already gone over to Yuan Ruxin's place and picked up the wooden butterfly.
He had reassembled it and handed it back to Bai Zhi'er.
The little one stroked it with distress, "Little Butterfly, following that unreasonable girl made you suffer!"
Due to her touch, the wooden butterfly flapped its wings and vividly flew around in a circle again.
Bai Zhi'er widened her watery eyes, "Wow~ Brother Ce, how exactly did you make it fly?"
Feng Fuce looked down at the little one, "You want to know?"
Bai Zhi'er nodded eagerly.
Feng Fuce smiled, "I'll tell you when the time is right."
The little one pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.
She muttered to herself, "If you won't say, just don't say it, what's with the timing, hmph!"
Feng Fuce crossed his arms, his cold eyes glimmered with a trace of a smile.
Of course, the timing would be the day he turns her into a demon pet.
He would grant her eternal life.
