I Can See All The Bosses' Drops

"Zixin, what are you doing!"

Red Eyes Wang Sijie hurriedly pulled Wang Zixin, who was blocking the door, and said reproachfully:

"Brother will accompany you downstairs to play; don’t disturb your sister Xinying here."

But Wang Zixin still replied with a face full of innocence:

"Zixin will be very good, I definitely won’t disturb sister Xinying."

A hint of anger appeared on Wang Sijie’s face as he said:

"Zixin, stop fooling around."

Just as Wang Sijie was preparing to leave with Wang Zixin, they heard Zhang Xinying say:

"It’s fine, let Zixin stay with me."

Wang Sijie looked at Zhang Xinying in surprise:

"But Feng’s wife..."

Zhang Xinying shook her head and smiled slightly:

"It’s alright."

As she spoke, she held Wang Zixin’s hand and entered the room.

The moment the door closed, everyone in the hallway couldn’t help but look at each other in confusion.

At this moment, Ouyang Hao suddenly said:

"Have any of you noticed that Feng’s wife seems a bit off these past couple of days?"

Xiao He Shen Yanhua immediately exclaimed in surprise:

"So you guys feel that way too?"

"I thought I was the only one who felt that way."

Guo Shaojie expressed concern at this point:

"Everything’s alright inside, right?"

However, at this moment, Yu Na suddenly interrupted the conversation:

"What are you all talking about?"

"Do you really think Brother Feng wouldn’t notice if Xinying wasn’t alright?"

The group immediately thought that made sense.

In their hearts, Lin Yi had almost become akin to a deity.

Considering the relationship between Zhang Xinying and Lin Yi, if there were anything amiss with Zhang Xinying, Lin Yi would surely be the first to notice.

They needn’t detect anything themselves.

Indeed, the invitation from Zhang Xinying this time was quite different from usual.

Before this, they had never heard of Zhang Xinying practicing medicine and healing.

While everyone was conversing in the hallway, the atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense.

Upon closing the door, Zhang Xinying transformed from her previous friendly sister-next-door demeanor to a fierce gaze fixed on the little girl Wang Zixin:

"Who are you?"

At this moment, not only did Zhang Xinying change.

The innocence on the face of little Wang Zixin disappeared the instant the door closed, replaced by a seriousness not found in children.

Previously, the abnormal eye on Wang Zixin’s face which had slowly returned to normal black now turned blood-red once more.

Facing Zhang Xinying’s question, ’Wang Zixin’ answered calmly:

"You can call me Destiny."

"Destiny?"

Zhang Xinying looked at the ’Wang Zixin’ before her in surprise:

"You’re the entity possessing her body?"

This time ’Wang Zixin’ asked back:

"And who are you?"

"Me?"

Zhang Xinying was startled for a moment, then chuckled softly:

"I am still me."

Yet ’Wang Zixin’ didn’t laugh along; instead, her face turned hostile:

"No!"

"Even though your soul’s aura hasn’t changed."

"I can still feel that the current you is not the past you."

Listening to ’Wang Zixin’s words, Zhang Xinying shook her head helplessly:

"Rest assured."

"Whether or not I am the original me, I won’t harm anyone here."

As she spoke, Zhang Xinying had already moved beside the bed, intently gazing at Dongfang Jing’s breathtaking beauty.

And at this moment, ’Wang Zixin’ was staring intently at Zhang Xinying’s every move.

Seemingly trying to verify the truth behind Lin Yi’s previous words.

After a while, ’Wang Zixin’s’ gaze shifted from Zhang Xinying to Dongfang Jing on the bed, then she spoke:

"Do you know why she ended up this way?"

Zhang Xinying replied without turning her head:

"One of her Three Souls and Seven Spirits is missing."

Zhang Xinying’s face showed a thoughtful expression as she spoke:

"In this world, who would have the power to capture one of her spirits?"

At this moment, ’Wang Zixin’s’ face showed a little surprise.

But soon, ’Wang Zixin’ smirked with a hint of pride:

"I know who it is."

Zhang Xinying was momentarily speechless:

"You know?"

"There’s nothing in this world I don’t know, hmpf!"

’Wang Zixin’ walked over to the bed with a proud look and sniffed at Dongfang Jing’s face.

Seeing this, Zhang Xinying couldn’t help but tease:

"Are you a dog?"

’Wang Zixin’ glared angrily at Zhang Xinying:

"I am ’Destiny!’"

After a moment.

’Wang Zixin’ raised her little head proudly, looking at Zhang Xinying with an expression of cunning intelligence.

Seeing the demeanor of this little girl, Zhang Xinying chuckled softly:

"Little one, do you know who it is?"

’Wang Zixin’ wrinkled her nose, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction with Zhang Xinying’s form of address.

But soon after, ’Wang Zixin’ uttered a name that shocked even Zhang Xinying, who had recovered her past life’s memory:

"The Demon Race!"

Zhang Xinying was immediately taken aback:

"Are you sure?"

Feeling indignant over Zhang Xinying’s doubt, ’Wang Zixin’s’ little face was filled with frustration:

"You doubt me?!"

Zhang Xinying:

"Uh~"

’Wang Zixin’ did not continue with more explanations, simply said:

"If benefactor (Lin Yi) were here, he certainly wouldn’t doubt me."

After saying this, the color of that red eye on her face slowly faded.

During this process, ’Wang Zixin’ didn’t forget to raise her head to look at Zhang Xinying, warning:

"The friend’s friend of the benefactor is my friend too."

"If I ever find that you did something unjust to everyone, I definitely won’t let you off."

In the end, ’Wang Zixin’ still reminded:

"Her missing spirit is here."

"If it’s not retrieved within three days, she might never wake up again."

As she spoke, her little hand pointed to a corner on the world map hanging on the wall, and Zhang Xinying suddenly froze:

"Tokyo?"

Just as Zhang Xinying was about to ask how to find that Demon Race, she realized the little girl had already returned to her normal state.

Those big, curious eyes were looking at Zhang Xinying inquisitively.

Zhang Xinying couldn’t help but smile:

"What a strange little fellow."

Completely unaware of what had just happened, Wang Zixin looked at Zhang Xinying curiously and asked:

"Sister Xinying, who are you talking about?"

"Who’s that strange little fellow?"

Zhang Xinying looked at the innocent-faced Wang Zixin, affectionately ruffled her hair:

"It’s nothing."

"Let’s go out."

Before leaving, Zhang Xinying couldn’t resist glancing back at Dongfang Jing lying on the bed,

initially wanting to confirm if Dongfang Jing had truly lost a spirit as she suspected.

But unexpectedly, the ’Eye of Destiny’ within Wang Zixin gave her an unexpected revelation.

Zhang Xinying murmured:

"The Demon Race?!"

...

...

Just as Zhang Xinying stepped out, everyone chased after her with questions:

"How is Sister Jing?"

"When will she wake up?"

"Do we need to call Big Brother Feng?"

But instead, Zhang Xinying directly said:

"Get ready, we’re going to Tokyo."