"Heaven knows, I truly care about him," Feng Qishi frowned slightly. "You mustn't speak carelessly."
Mu Anxiao did not answer Feng Qishi, turning instead towards the elevator lobby.
Feng Qishi followed closely behind Mu Anxiao, saying, "Make the call." He drifted alongside Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao glanced sideways at him and said, "Can't you be more perceptive? The patient is resting, and it’s inappropriate for me to make a call." With that, she quickened her pace.
Feng Qishi accelerated with her.
Leaving the inpatient building, Mu Anxiao found a quiet spot, took out her phone, and looked at Feng Qishi. "What are you still standing there for?"
"For what?" Feng Qishi asked.
Mu Anxiao's fingers hovered over the keypad. "I don't have his phone number. You tell me, so I can call."
"No, I don't know it either," Feng Qishi said, utterly bewildered.
"Then you want me to call? Are you crazy?" Mu Anxiao said disdainfully.
Feng Qishi looked wronged. "I did say that, but I didn't say I knew his phone number."
"I'll ask Zhang Yan," Mu Anxiao said, dialing Zhang Yan's number.
In the room, Zhang Yan's phone lay vibrating on the coffee table, but Zhang Yan, standing in the bedroom and tidying his clothes, didn't hear it.
"No answer?" Feng Qishi asked.
Mu Anxiao frowned, took down her phone, and hung up. "He probably didn't bring it." She paused, then said, "If I remember correctly, you should remember his mother's phone number, right?"
"Yes, right. I remember you called Hu Yuan before. Why not try looking for that?" Feng Qishi pointed to Mu Anxiao's phone.
Mu Anxiao thought for a moment, then begrudgingly began to search. "They're all numbers. I don't know which one is his."
"Try them one by one," Feng Qishi suggested.
Mu Anxiao looked helpless. "You make it sound so simple."
"You just ask if it's Hu Yuan. If it is, Hu Yuan will definitely ask who you are. If it's not, the other person will hesitate. As soon as you hear hesitation, hang up," Feng Qishi instructed excitedly.
Mu Anxiao sighed. "It seems that's the only way."
"Go ahead," Feng Qishi said, raising an eyebrow.
Mu Anxiao pursed her lips and obediently began dialing the numbers.
A few minutes later, Mu Anxiao took her phone away, looking displeased. "This is strange. Why are their phone numbers in my phone? When I called them, they said I was a scammer. How dare they!"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Let me tell you, just consider it..." Feng Qishi thought for a moment, then said, "...as honing your thick skin. Getting angry with those people makes your skin too thin, which isn't good."
"Are you comforting me or scolding me?" Mu Anxiao asked, glaring coldly at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi chuckled. "I'm teaching you. This is how I toughened my skin back then."
"You're truly bored," Mu Anxiao said, glancing askance at Feng Qishi, then picked up her phone to continue.
Another few minutes passed... Mu Anxiao took down her phone and said, "It's not them." As she spoke, she stared at the screen, lost in thought.
Feng Qishi looked at the suddenly frozen Mu Anxiao with confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
"These few calls are from Liu Xian, Fan Yan, and Feng Sen," Mu Anxiao said.
"And then?" Feng Qishi leaned closer to Mu Anxiao, staring at the numbers.
Mu Anxiao pointed to the last one. "Besides them, there's only one left. If this isn't it, we'll have to search blindly."
"Try it," Feng Qishi said nervously.
Mu Anxiao swallowed. "I'm trying."
"Mm," Feng Qishi clenched his fists. "Press it."
Due to the previous awkward experiences, Mu Anxiao no longer cared much about those people's attitudes. However, realizing it was the last number, she became nervous again.
"I'm pressing it," she said.
Feng Qishi tensed up in sync. "Press it, tap it."
Mu Anxiao took a deep breath, pressed the green button, then held the phone to her ear.
"Doo... doo... doo..."
Listening to the sound on the phone, Mu Anxiao's heart began to pound.
Feng Qishi stared at Mu Anxiao's face and asked, "Did they pick up?"
Mu Anxiao shook her head slightly, then licked her dry lips, her eyes blinking involuntarily, ready to speak.
"Hello, who is this?"
Hearing the energetic male voice on the other end, Mu Anxiao's heart sank. "Excuse me, I dialed the wrong..."
"Mu Anxiao," the voice suddenly said.
Mu Anxiao asked, "Who are you?"
"It's Hu Yuan. You don't have my number saved?" Hu Yuan said excitedly.
"You're better?" Mu Anxiao was surprised.
Hu Yuan smiled. "Mm, I'm out with my parents now. Is there something you need?"
"Oh, that..." Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, who was smiling at her, and whispered, "Where are you now?"
"I'm in the car," Hu Yuan replied patiently.
"Oh, is anyone else with you?" Mu Anxiao asked again.
Hu Yuan glanced at the small demon and the big-headed fat demon, whom no one else could see, beside him. "No, why?"
"That's good. I just wanted to ask you..." Mu Anxiao hesitated. "Do you still remember the Sumu Spear?"
"Sumu..." Hu Yuan repeated, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, I remember. Did you see it?"
"Mm, Feng Qishi really likes your magical artifact. If possible, could you give it to him? Of course, if you don't agree, I..."
"Sure," Hu Yuan agreed immediately.
"Really?"
"Mm, to be honest, I haven't used it much, and given my current situation, it's useless to me. Entrusting it to him, I feel at ease," Hu Yuan said calmly.
"Thank you," Feng Qishi shouted into the phone.
Hu Yuan smiled. "He likes it very much."
Mu Anxiao looked helplessly at Feng Qishi, who had conjured the Sumu Spear. "Mm, he's inseparable from it. He insisted I find you, saying he wouldn't dare use it unless you agreed."
"I agree."
As Hu Yuan finished speaking, a blue light began to emanate from the Sumu Spear. The next second, Feng Qishi let go, and the Sumu Spear stood upright before him. Then, the blue light enveloping the spear flew into Feng Qishi's body. Feng Qishi, feeling nothing, watched the Sumu Spear radiate spiritual energy, recognizing its master. He was filled with excitement.
"Has the Sumu Spear changed?" Hu Yuan asked.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi and the Sumu Spear and nodded. "Yes, it has. It feels like it's accepting him."
"Tell him that he is its master now," Hu Yuan said.
"Alright, have fun then. I'm hanging up."
"Bye-bye," Hu Yuan said and hung up the phone.
Hu Yuan's mother asked, "Who was on the phone?"
"A classmate. He said he liked something of mine, so I gave it to him. He was very happy," Hu Yuan replied.