Seeing that the old man was fine, Yang Yiting breathed a sigh of relief. She and Meng Yuan looked at each other, and they both walked into the room and sat down opposite him.
As soon as they sat down, a fluffy little thing jumped into Yang Yiting's arms and called out to her.
"Little girl, did you miss me so much that you have to come back here?"
"For everything you've done for me, I want to say thank you." Yang Yiting touched the blue-eyed spirit fox's head with a light smile, and answered in softer tone.
"Mhm. My little fox seems to like you. Maybe it's destined to you." Old man Duan said, glanced at Meng Yuan, raised his white eyebrows, and said. "You must be Lord Yuan."
Meng Yuan nodded. "Yes, I am."
Old Man Duan looked at him carefully, then smiled at Yang Yiting and said. "Young lady, you have a good eye."
