Little Ones, Want to See the World? Go Ahead and Mess Around, Just Don't Scare Anyone!

"What? You want to get some high-grade instruments?"

"For your Artifact Spirit?"

"You're looking for Miss Yaoyao?!"

"Hahahahahaha—"

On the other end of the video call, Dr. Qin burst into an exceptionally hoarse, shrill laugh.

He laughed so hard that he doubled over and nearly rolled on the floor. After rocking back and forth several times, apparently still not satisfied, he flashed into a black bird.

Flapping his wings, he flew all over the screen, black feathers falling one by one and drifting through the air until they nearly covered the entire display.

Shen Le glowered darkly at the screen. After he had glared for quite a while, the black bird shuddered in midair and recalled all its feathers.

Then he turned back into the refined, handsome doctor in a white lab coat.

He wiped away the tears he had laughed out, took several deep breaths, and barely managed to straighten his face. Before he could speak, he snorted and laughed again, continuing to struggle with his emotions. After a long while, he said haltingly:

"You're looking for Miss Yaoyao... You're asking Miss Yaoyao for a qin... Why would you think of asking Miss Yaoyao for a qin...?"

Shen Le glared—furiously, fiercely. He raised his right index finger and drew it across the side of his neck. Seeing that he was genuinely angry, Dr. Qin finally stopped laughing and said seriously:

"How could Miss Yaoyao have a qin? Why would she collect ancient qins? Forget qins—even zithers, flutes, xiaos, pipas... she doesn't collect any instruments!"

"...Seriously?"

"Why wouldn't it be? She's an instrument herself. What would she gain from collecting competitors?"

To take care of juniors? Like the landlady at Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant, who had taken in a group of peony flower demons and kept them by her side to