Liu Manhua walked faster and faster, it was unclear whether she had listened or not.

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Before the car even arrived at Qinghui Residence, Mingzhuo felt a gaze fixed on him.

She has exceptional senses; even from a distance, she can see a small shadow sitting behind her window.

Mingzhuo walked into the room, and the puppet clicked and climbed onto her shoulder.

She took the puppet off her shoulder and glanced at it.

The Shadowmoon Clan's mechanisms are ingenious. No matter where they are, their puppets would probably be considered trendy Chinese art pieces, the kind that could sell for a high price and have people willing to collect them.

Mingzhuo looked at the face that resembled Shen Ruodi and sighed, "Have you been doing something behind my back lately?"

The puppet blinked gently, its face innocent and naive, as if it didn't understand what Mingzhuo was saying.

Ming Zhuo: "If you don't tell me, I'll return you to Shen Ruodi another day. You're just someone I picked up, and you should be returned to your rightful owner eventually."

The puppet stared wide-eyed in disbelief, its dark pupils immediately welling up with tears.

With just a blink of an eye, tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her brocade robe.

Mingzhuo remained unmoved, calmly observing it.

The puppet wiped away its tears with its wide sleeve, stood up gently, jumped onto the desk, and with a flick of its finger, wrote a line of words on the desk.

Don't send me away, I'll tell you everything.

No matter how ingenious the Shadowmoon Clan's mechanisms are, they would never create tongues and throats for their puppets so that they could speak.

They were created to accompany children in play, like a super intelligent electronic toy.