Out of the instinct of a puppet, Yang Feifei said respectfully,""Master."
Yang Xi was not used to it and wondered if he could adjust his state so that this state of " absolute loyalty " would not overshadow his sister's nature.
As soon as he thought of this, the puppet curse on Yang Feifei's forehead flashed. Her eyes, which were originally a little blank when she faced Yang Xi, suddenly became " bright."
Yang Feifei, who had returned to normal, asked curiously,""Brother, am I your puppet now?”
"I don't feel any different."
Yang Xi heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that his sister could maintain her nature.
"Alright, Feifei, we still have a lot of things to do. Get ready. We have to go home. You've been lying in the hospital for so long, and Dad and Mom are worried sick.”
Yang Feifei quickly changed her clothes and prepared to go out.
