Rosalie's ears became hot, she nudged her friend away calmly and looked around.

"Where is he?"

It was self-evident who she meant.

Mary smiled meaningfully. "I think you care about him too?"

Rosalie's heart moved by her best friend’s words, and her voice lowered a little. "I just wanted to know; didn't you say that the helicopter belongs to him?"

Mary knew her very well; she could naturally see that Rosalie was shy. Finally, she let it pass. "Don't worry, I'm just going to take you to find him right now."

Rosalie frowned and retorted, "Who’s worried? I..."

Mary laughed outright.

The three little ones were originally focused on the interior structure of the helicopter, but when they heard Mary's laughter, they surrounded them curiously.

"Godmother, what are you laughing at?"

Nox tugged at his godmother's clothes in confusion.

Mary barely stopped her giggles, glanced at her best friend's guilty eyes, and changed the subject politely. "It's nothing, how's it going, is the helico