The Butler Is Going to Be Beaten to Death

"I didn't report it. The superiors found out on their own. This isn't the time to argue. We have to think of a way…" Bai Yunyi coughed up blood.

Feng Qingtian let him go. "I can't find Lulu at all right now."

What should he do? This was the first time Feng Qingtian had felt so small and insignificant.

He couldn't even find his woman after she ran away.

If this was before, he would have a million ways to find her.

"Aren't you the Heavenly Emperor? How can you not even find one person?" Bai Yunyi growled.

He thought that Feng Qingtian would have a solution, and hadn't realized that Feng Qingtian had become so weak.

Feng Qingtian glanced at him. "If I were still the Heavenly Emperor, you would be ash by now."

Bai Yunyi stood up, covering his injury. "Give me her date of birth and the eight characters of her horoscope. I'll find her."