When Tianmiao appeared at the Western Management Bureau, the Creator God was already waiting for her.
"Miao Miao, you’ve worked hard." The Creator God smiled and thanked her, "Thank you so much, Miao Miao. This world..."
"Let’s get this straight first, Xia Chuanyue is mine. I won’t poach those two from your western side." Tianmiao interrupted the Creator God, speaking bluntly.
The smile on the Creator God’s face froze, "Miao Miao, isn’t that a bit much? You know, over here in the West, we’re rather short on talent..."
"Uncle West, you know we’re even more short-handed over there. Besides, how that soul ended up in your West, I haven’t looked into it yet. If I find out someone on your side meddled, I won’t just take back one person." Tianmiao pushed back without an inch.
"Alright, alright, once they report in, I’ll send that Xia Chuanyue to your East." The Creator God said helplessly.
The predetermined employees of this world were never just one person, but three. Xia Chuanyue, Camille, and Dean all were! Now Tianmiao was just taking back Xia Chuanyue, she felt she was already being very generous.
"Whose Divine Soul was that?" Tianmiao suddenly asked in a deep voice.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" The Creator God looked puzzled.
"Uncle West, what are you hiding?" Tianmiao frowned.
"Nothing." The Creator God looked sincere.
"Uncle West, can you tell me the truth? I’m really worried about my father." Tianmiao looked at the Creator God and said softly.
The Creator God fell silent.
"Uncle West, please, can you tell me?" Tianmiao fixed her eyes on the Creator God, pleading.
"Ah..." The Creator God sighed, "Alright, I think I should tell you. Your Eastern world is indeed having frequent problems. This frequency is not within the normal range. You should go back. I really envy the Heavenly Dao, having such a good daughter." The Creator God reached out and patted Tianmiao’s head, sighing.
"Then I’ll head back. Thank you, Uncle Astor, you’re the most handsome." Tianmiao smiled and reached out to give the Creator God a hug.
The Creator God’s heart melted, he happily asked, "Miao Miao, why did you call me Uncle Astor?"
"I don’t know, I just did it unconsciously." After letting go of the Creator God, Tianmiao was also puzzled.
"Oh, it’s nothing, it’s nothing. I quite like you calling me that. Alright, you go back. I’m sure Winter Melon will be happy to see you." The Creator God finished and picked up the little white cat on Tianmiao’s shoulder, "This little thing, I have some things for him to do. Once he becomes strong, I’ll let him find you."
"Alright, thank you, handsome Uncle Astor. Then, I’ll be heading back first." Tianmiao’s face broke into another smile.
As Tianmiao’s figure disappeared into the teleportation array, the Creator God threw the struggling little white cat onto the ground.
Looking at Hill, who had returned to human form, the Creator God said irritably, "Don’t talk, just listen to me first. You saw it too, that person hasn’t given up at all and has laid a big plan. They’ve even reached into our West. Do you think you can match them now? If you hadn’t messed around before, you might have had some power to fight, but now?"
Hill originally had many things to say, but the Creator God reprimanded him, leaving him silent.
"Alright, off you go, just looking at you gives me a headache. Go do your job well and recover your strength. How did I end up with such a worthless son like you? Look at Miao Miao, how obedient. She knows her father is in trouble and hurried back to help solve it. And you?" The Creator God once again lamented for the ten thousandth time how daughters are considerate while sons are useless.
Hill said nothing and turned to leave.