Shui Yue'er and Shen Liuyu took Wu Changbing, who had just finished nursing, for a walk on the street.
After the past two days, their "baby filter" had been completely shattered.
The child was fine during the day, delicate as a doll and smiling at everyone she saw.
But once night came, she would fuss. Her cries were strong and loud, and she could keep them up all night. She was picky about who soothed her, too.
Even when Shui Yue'er and Shen Liuyu took turns comforting her, it did not work. In the end, Xue Wu's mother had come over to lend a hand, allowing the two of them to barely survive until dawn.
"I wonder how the class monitor and the others are doing."
Shui Yue'er gently rocked Little Changbing in her arms, her face still carrying the weariness of someone who had not fully awakened.
"Let's go take a look. We can also ask whether Xue Wu and the others are hungry."
"Okay."
When the two reached the entrance of the association, they found a crowd gathered outside.
More than ten Soul Masters in Spirit Hall uniforms blocked the foot of the steps. At their head stood a man in his thirties with a gloomy expression, pointing inside the association as he loudly said something.
Si Long and Si Di stood at the entrance. Their expressions were ugly, yet they remained there, refusing to give an inch.
Only when the two girls moved closer did they hear the conversation.
"Hand over Bishop Miles. Dead or alive, we want to see him."
"We truly do not know where Bishop Miles went." Si Long forced a smile. "Those rumors outside claim something happened in our warehouse, but we investigated. There was nothing unusual in the warehouse that night. Bishop