Mo Yinhe handed his son over to Ye Shen and returned to his bedroom.
It was only after he returned to the bedroom that he realized the other mischievous Little Dragon had also run away. He searched the entire bedroom, not even sparing the space under the bed, but still couldn't find her.
Mo Yinhe stood with one hand on his hip, the other pressing his brow. He had underestimated her strength.
The her of the past didn't know medical skills. She had repeatedly assured him that as long as she smelled the Zhanlong Fragrance, she would be a lamb to the slaughter, completely at his mercy.
But now, how had she managed to escape, despite being so thoroughly drunk she was acting like a little fool?
Mo Yinhe grabbed his coat and went to the small building to look for her.
As expected, he came up empty-handed.
