"Brother MingYu?" PingZe waved his hand in front of MingYu, but he was lost in his own world, eyes fixated in somewhere far away.
AhXin was sitting in MingYu's lap, gnawing at his own fist, his bright round eyes staring at Xie Qiang.
The wolf was glaring at the boy, grimacing as the large blob of drool made its way down the tiny fist and pooling over MingYu's crossed feet.
PingZe's grin tightened with annoyance. He was about to summon Ye WeiRu, so the least MingYu could do was be mentally present when PingZe's time came, and Ye WeiRu vaporized his soul for daring to summon him twice in such a short time interval. He would blame this on ZhiYi, he must have done something to MingYu in the dream. The man was physically here, but his mind was in the gutter, there was no doubt about it.
"Brother MingYu!" This time, PingZe used force as he shook MingYu by the shoulders.
