Feng Wu chuckled. "Do you know how I spotted Qingyang and your friend?"
She moved closer and whispered something in his ear.
The old man's pupils contracted, and he glared at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu had just told him that she could read minds.
Whenever she was close enough to a person, she could hear what they were thinking.
"No! I don't believe you!" The old man activated his energy and tried to block Feng Wu.
"Are you telling yourself not to think about that last friend's whereabouts?" Feng Wu smiled at him. "I already read your mind. You're so worried about that person."
Steward Gu closed his eyes.
He wouldn't let Feng Wu see any emotions on his face.
Feng Wu waved her hand, and a tiny tiger jumped out of her sleeve.
The cub was slighter bigger than before, but it still looked like a ball of white fur.
