Feng Chen flung away his fingers and then smoothed the wrinkles in his clothes. "Bro, shouldn't you go find where your wife vanished from?"
"When I left, Qiaoqiao was still deep asleep!"
Feng Chen felt exasperated.
"Couldn't she have just, all of a sudden, woken up in the middle of the night?"
Mo Lian furrowed his brows. "Where could she go?"
Feng Chen rolled his eyes. He leisurely pulled out an emerald tree vine from his sleeve. "Little tree, where did your master go?"
The sapling did not respond at all.
Feng Chen beckoned to Mo Lian. "Gimme some fire. Come, come!"
*Swish.* A purple flame lit up between Mo Lian's fingers.
Just as he got close to that tree branch, he heard Qiuqiu start squalling. "AHH, take it away, take it away! So hateful! Darn fire!"
*Pfft—*
Feng Chen stroked the sapling's tree vine. "Then are you willing to talk now?"
