In An Mo's small house, the atmosphere was heavy with tension.
Han Jue stood in front of Su Mingxuan and Wang Mulan, racking his brain for every possible excuse. Cold sweat had already formed on his back. He forced a smile and spoke carefully.
"Tribe Leader, Lan Lan is truly fine. She has just fallen asleep after waking up briefly. Why don't you return home first? I will personally notify you the moment she wakes up. You can't keep waiting here forever."
Before Su Mingxuan could reply, Wang Mulan immediately shook her head. Her beautiful face was full of longing and worry.
"No, I will wait here. Why don't I go and stay with her? I really want to see my daughter's face," she said softly, her eyes misty with emotion.
Su Mingxuan gently held his mate's hand and nodded. "Okay. Let's go see Lan Lan."
Han Jue's heart sank. His future suddenly looked pitch black.
He absolutely could not let the tribe leader and priestess walk into that house right now.
