When the little child heard his familiar voice and smelled his familiar scent, her sobbing voice gradually became smaller as she opened her eyes which were flooded with tears to look at Xuanyuan Mo Ze. Seeing all this as she pursed her little mouth pitifully, Xuanyuan Mo Ze's heart melted.
"It's Father's fault, Father didn't take good care of you." Xuanyuan Mo Ze said, gently stroking her head gently with one hand.
Feng Jiu looked at her daughter blinking her watery eyes at her Father, pursing her small mouth in a pitiful manner, she couldn't help but reveal a smile, reaching out and gently holding her small hand, "Yue'er, you've scared your Father."
The two of them accompanied the two children in their room until, at night, when Qi Kang and the others returned, the two of them went out of the room.
"Master, Hell's Lord." Qi Kang and Du Fan and the others bowed towards the two of them.