That's Right, the Official Wife in Mo Wang's Family Is Either a White-Haired Girl or an Idiot

For some reason, when Firefly looked at the thing, it felt a little familiar.

"Um, what is this..." Firefly looked at Mo Wang in confusion. They had come all this way just to find a doll like this?

Mo Wang held the doll up in front of his eyes and examined it closely, then nodded in satisfaction. "Mm, hidden pretty well. It's our teammate-contacting tool, of course." He turned it over and over, his tone growing a little playful. "Speaking of which, this girl's dolls really are pretty delicate. Let me see..."

His gaze gradually moved downward, landing on the doll's exquisite little skirt, his eyes filled with pure curiosity and a desire to study it.

"She didn't make the underside complete too, did she?"

Before he had even finished speaking, and before Firefly could react to what that terrifying statement meant, Mo Wang had already stretched out two fingers, pinched the hem of the little skirt, and then—

Gently flipped it up.

"Eek—!!!"

A shriek so piercing it could nearly rupture eardrums burst straight out of the body of the doll whose skirt had been lifted!

Where the doll's mouth had originally been painted into a fixed smile, a faint light seemed to flash, and an exasperated, familiar, and incredibly punchable voice rang out clearly. It was so loud that it echoed briefly through the alley.

"You bastard—!! Have you already gotten so perverted that even the locating communicator doll I left there isn't safe from you?! Put me down! Right now! This instant! Believe it or not, next time I'll turn you into a doll and stuff you into a real trash can, you bastard Mo Wang!!!"

Sparkle's voice, through that tiny doll, carried straight into Mo Wang's ears in a furious mix of embarrassment and rage.

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