Night God was frustrated. He kept telling himself that Feng Qing was the madam of the Xie family, and Xie Jiuhan's secret guards would definitely ensure Feng Qing's safety.
That was what he thought, but the more he comforted himself, the more flustered he became. After all, he had already tried many methods, but he was still unable to contact Feng Qing. Now, he urgently wanted to know if Feng Qing was injured or if she was safe and sound from the violent explosion.
Suddenly, Mr. Qing Er walked over. As he touched his chin, he walked around the Night God three times, his eyes shining with curiosity.
Under the black mask, the Night God raised his eyebrows. "What are you looking at?"
The corners of Mr. Qing Er's mouth curled up. He said curiously, "Night God, if I remember correctly, I should have seen you before."
