Fu Xiaoling had arrived at the docks early, directing everyone in moving the cargo.
Upon seeing Noah, she jogged up to him, her long ponytail swaying lively behind her.
"Morning, Noah," she greeted in a casual manner before taking Dong Li's hand. "Good morning, Dong Li sis. Did you sleep well last night?"
Fu Xiaoling's question was casual, but to Dong Li, who blushed slightly, it seemed meaningful. "It was okay," she replied, unable to resist giving Noah a meaningful glance.
Dong Li had a fondness for playing musical instruments like the guzheng and pipa, effortlessly skilled, and her supernatural ability was an S-class sonic attack, which suited her perfectly.
However, she wasn't familiar with playing the flute, and Noah had insisted on teaching her last night...
The mere thought made her heart race and cheeks flush.
Seeing Dong Li's unusual complexion, Fu Xiaoling prodded, "Are you feeling unwell, Dong Li?"
