Taking a deep breath, Tong Sanlang patted Qiao Xiaomai's back and whispered the current situation into her ear, "Don't cry, don't show anything unusual."
"The treasure has disappeared, King Wei seems a bit annoyed, Prince Duan sent someone to invite Cen Hong over."
"My great-grandmother left a trap blocking the secret tunnel to our house; our family is safe."
"What about you?"
Mentioning these circumstances, Qiao Xiaomai was too concerned to cry anymore. She raised her face quickly and said, "My space suddenly expanded, I dug a hole in the room and stored the treasure inside."
"Quick, lick my finger."
Remembering the business at hand, Qiao Xiaomai let go of Tong Sanlang's shoulders, backed away from his embrace, and held up her bloody hands in front of him.
These fingers were a significant vulnerability that needed to be patched.
She just didn't know whether Tong Sanlang's saliva would still have healing effects after his last fainting spell.