She was genuinely worried.
For twenty days, she hadn't been able to sleep at night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Su Chen being chased by a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Every time she opened them, she was met with the disappointment of finding that he still hadn't returned.
She had even thought that if Su Chen still didn't come back, she would ask Big Dad and Second Dad for help. That would expose her identity, but she didn't care about that anymore.
Su Chen looked at Wang Dong's red-rimmed eyes and listened to her tearful voice. His heart felt as if a tiny hand had gently squeezed it.
Was he touched?
Of course he was.
Who wouldn't be touched to have someone worry about them so much, even to the point of crying over them?
No matter how inhuman Wang Dong's father—that damned God King, Tang San—was, and no matter how loathsome he was,
Wang Dong herself was truly wonderful.
Su Chen raised his hand and gently wiped away the tear at the corner of Wang Dong's eye with his thumb.
"Come on, don't cry." His voice was uncharacteristically gentle, but as he spoke, he couldn't help teasing her. "Anyone who didn't know better would think some little girl was dropping golden beans here. You cry at the drop of a hat. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Wang Dong froze for a moment, then blushed bright red.
"You're the little girl!" She punched Su Chen in the chest. "Your whole family are little girls! You idiot! You should just be an idiot forever!"
What an idiot! She was clearly so worried about him, and he still had to tease her!
Su Chen smiled. "Yes, yes, I'm an idiot. You're the cleverest."
Wang Dong huffed, but still couldn't bring herself to