This was Jiang Yichun, who happened to bring Xiaohei in. Dengdeng rushed to hug Xiaohei's neck and said, "Mom, you write for them."
Xiaohei was somewhat helpless, so he used his paw to write the character "rest" on the ground.
"You see? My mom is on Xiaohei." Little Dengdeng raised his chin, looking smug.
Jing Shuang carefully examined Xiaohei, "There is no human soul on it; Bai Ruozhu must have taught it to write."
Little Dengdeng naturally didn't believe it, "It's my mom. My mom will be fine soon."
Jiang Yichun pulled Dengdeng, signaling him not to speak, and then bowed to Jing Shuang, saying, "Senior, I think if Ruozhu isn't in Xiaohei's body, she might be nearby. We just can't see her; that's why she's communicating with us this way."
In the space, Bai Ruozhu's eyes reddened; finally, someone understood her. She felt exhausted.
Jing Shuang looked around, and Bai Ruozhu promptly squeezed out of the space.
