Seeing Zhang Siyu on the verge of bristling with anger, Tu Shan Qingqing finally stopped teasing her.
She waved a hand, still sounding as though she was suppressing a laugh.
"All right, all right. I'll stop teasing you."
She leaned against the doorframe, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze, looking as languid as a cat basking in the afternoon sun.
"I came to see Boss Wen about something."
Only then did Wen Ning finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He had already imagined seven or eight possible ways Zhang Siyu and Tu Shan Qingqing might come to blows, and had even prepared himself to rush in and break up a fight at any moment.
Fortunately, the fox spirit still knew where to draw the line and hadn't actually let things get out of hand.
"What is it?"
Wen Ning hurried to pick up where Tu Shan Qingqing had left off.
"You need my help?"
Tu Shan Qingqing nodded, her smile fading a little as her eyes grew more serious.
"Help me find someone."
Wen Ning froze.
"Find someone?"
He looked Tu Shan Qingqing up and down, making sure he hadn't misheard, then gave her a decidedly peculiar look.
"Hold on, lady."
Wen Ning couldn't help blurting it out.
"You've lived for over a thousand years. Is there really anyone you can't find?"
Tu Shan Qingqing held up two fingers and gave them a casual little waggle.
"A correction: over two thousand years."
The corner of Wen Ning's mouth twitched.
"Fine, over two thousand years. Then there's even less reason for you to have trouble finding someone, isn't there?"
Tu Shan Qingqing sighed, a trace of helplessness in the sound.
"It's not that I can't find him."
She paused and looked up at Wen Ning.
"I know where he is,