"The first generation of Dream Plant Fairies?" Gloria's eyes lit up. "Dream Plant Fairies are divided into generations?"
Gloria turned to look at the meat-mountain infant, seemingly wanting to ask him, but the infant wore a puzzled expression as well, apparently not knowing what a first-generation Dream Plant Fairy was.
With no other choice, Gloria could only turn her gaze back to Angel.
Angel said, "You're focusing on the wrong thing. What matters isn't generations, but why he's here. Did you lure him out?"
The moment he finished speaking, the meat-mountain infant shook his head at Angel, his face full of anxiety as babbling sounds poured endlessly from his mouth.
Though Angel could not understand what he was babbling about, he could tell that the meat-mountain infant was denying his guess. In other words, Gloria had not lured him out.
Angel remained skeptical of that.
From the meat-mountain infant's perspective, perhaps Gloria truly had not abducted him, but the concept of "luring" could be redefined.
Perhaps Gloria had sweet-talked the meat-mountain infant into coming out, yet in his eyes, he had willingly chosen to leave. The same outcome, framed in different words, could even turn black into white and make victims become willing admirers.
Besides, this meat-mountain infant did not look particularly bright. What he saw might well have been nothing more than a powdered-up version of the truth.
So Angel kept his eyes fixed on Gloria. Compared with the meat-mountain infant, he wanted an answer from Gloria herself.
"I didn't lure him out. He ran out on his own, met me halfway, and I simply gave him a lift," Gloria said with a shrug.
The meat-mountain infant beside her hurriedly nodded as well, as though Gloria's words were the truth.
Yet Angel still had doubts, because there were far