At He Muzi's scolding, Bai Xiaofan's mouth curled into a playful arc, ignoring the other party, and continued to stir-fry the vegetables.
So he can read minds!
What an awesome ability!
But such a low-level trick was truly like chicken ribs to him—useless and of little value.
Even though he was seriously injured at the moment, with many of his meridians broken.
As long as Bai Xiaofan didn't want to, the other party would not be able to read his thoughts.
There was a method to prevent others from reading his mind in the Cultivation Technique.
Seeing Bai Xiaofan no longer speaking, He Muzi thought he was feeling guilty.
So, she used the Mind Reading Technique once again.
However, this time she read nothing…
Before long, four dishes and a soup were ready.
Bai Xiaofan gestured for He Muzi to carry them to the table first, then he ladled out the medicinal soup from the pressure cooker and drank it directly.