Zhao Han felt helpless. She knew Wang Wenwen wanted to use her to cheat and win the bet she had just made with Little Illusion.
But she could not really refuse. After all, she had not figured out the answer herself either, and she felt a little guilty about it.
So she could only lower her voice and say, "Just now, I sensed that a dark thought suddenly flashed through the depths of Sun's Son's heart."
"You can see through other people's hearts too?" Wang Wenwen was surprised at first, then suddenly understood. "Right, you're a prophet, a fortune teller. You can calculate whatever other people are thinking. So what was his dark thought?"
"Well... I shouldn't say. Keep watching and you'll understand." Zhao Han did not reveal it.
After all, dark thoughts often flashed through her own mind too—for example, turning the little companions in front of her into chubby little pigs and petting them... Whenever she got excited imagining it, she would sometimes unconsciously let out a pig-like laugh.
But a passing thought was just a passing thought. She would never play such a vile prank, even though she now had the ability to do so.
"I understand. Heavenly secrets must not be revealed, right?" Wang Wenwen said understandingly.
Then she patiently watched Sun's Son's actions within the virtual scene.
Afterward, Sun's Son did not clear away those piles of trash, because Lu Caizhu stopped him. She said they had already become the home of the two severed fish and could not simply be cleaned up. They had to find the fish a new home first.
The two of them fussed around for half the day before finally finishing this simple task.
Soft-hearted people always made simple matters complicated.
In the days that followed, while Sun's Son