A breakfast farce ended in silence, although Liu Yihan didn't hear Feng Caitian's statement and felt a little regretful, but when he saw her red face but no excessive reaction, he was still a little happy.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Feng Caitian finally noticed something wrong in the aimless waiting.

"Furball, what about Miaomiao? Why did you see her after such a while, it wouldn't be in a lazy bed, right? Feng Caitian sat down under the sun umbrella, holding the mimic furball in both hands, suddenly sat up and looked around.

The comfortable furball suddenly stiffened, and Feng Caitian immediately noticed something unusual.

"What's wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable? Feng Caitian turned around and asked with concern. This Gobi Desert is indeed very hot, compared to the desert, Feng Caitian is very afraid of a thick fluffy hairball, will not not suffer from heat stroke.

"No" Maoqiu lowered his head weakly, and suddenly regretted why he had become a mimic and relied on his master's side.

"Then why did you suddenly tremble just now?" Feng Caitian raised his eyebrows and stared directly at the flickering hairball.

"There's... Have it? Furball sweated like rain and looked up. His expression trembled even more.

Feng Caitian suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Are you hiding something from me?" Thinking of his reaction when he asked Miaomiao just now, Feng Caitian's face suddenly sank.

"Could it be that something happened to Miaomiao?" Feng Caitian's eyes were like torches, holding the head of the hairball with both hands, not giving it the slightest chance to dodge.

"Let me tell you!" At this moment, Liu Yihan, who didn't know when he appeared in the sun, interrupted Feng Caitian's questioning with a distant expression.

Maoqiu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and when Feng Caitian looked at Liu Yihan, he escaped from Feng Caitian's magic grasp like a slippery loach.

Feng Caitian looked at Liu Yihan lightly, and his slender figure was pulled out by the sunlight with a black shadow. Obviously bathed in the sun, but he looked so sad, Feng Caitian's heart hurt all of a sudden.

Could it be that something happened to Miaomiao?

Looking at Liu Yihan's coming, Feng Caitian sat down again, her face was leisurely in the sun before, her hands tightly grasped the long skirt on her knees, although her eyes still looked very calm, but the tension in her eyes, Liu Yihan still made up for it.

"Sit down and talk!" Feng Caitian took out a wooden chair from the space, and with a wave of his hand, the carved wooden chair landed steadily in front of him three steps away.

Liu Yihan stopped in place. He looked at her apologetically and didn't sit down.

His hands had been stained with the blood of countless people, but this time Miaomiao's sacrifice filled him with guilt, she was obviously so young, just a five-year-old child, but what she could do was indeed so shocking.

The furball was leaning over, hiding in the tent on the side, looking at the two people standing one by one, and his heart was also beating a drum.

"You say, will the master be sad and accommodate Boss Liu?"

"I don't know, but I think it's very likely, after all, the owner treats Miaomiao as a suicide sister." White Feather mimicked a fiery bird, nesting behind the furball, and speculated uncertainly.

"What then? The two of them had just come to an eyebrow. The crystal sculpture with a transparent body and an ice-blue hue wrapped in canvas was full of worry.

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