The opportunity was too good to miss this evening, and Wen Lili had naturally made a plan, which was a collaboration with her elder sister. Even with Qiao Chengxun here, Wen Meimei, that little wretch, wouldn't dream of escaping from the palm of their hands!
Dinner was somewhat eerie, as each person harbored their own thoughts. All because the King of Hell, Qiao, was missing, no one was able to carry out the script they had each meticulously prepared.
Time passed excruciatingly slow, and Wen Meimei's thoughts began to drift.
What was the King of Hell doing outside? Why hadn't he come in after such a long time?
Or had he already gone back?
Unable to sit still any longer, Wen Meimei took out her phone and sent him a WeChat message: What are you doing?
A few seconds later, the King of Hell responded: The flowers in the yard, did you plant them?
Wen Meimei paused, the flowers he mentioned must be the ones in the back garden.
