C90 Your Majesty Call Your Father

All the thoughts that irritated him vanished in that instant. Qi Jingyu curled his lips, bent down and picked Fu Xiyuan up.

Qi Zhijie's impression of his father was still on the horse's mane that he was pulling tightly. The man's oppressive aura kept pressuring him until he couldn't breathe. Qi Zhijie did not know why his father was so terrifying at that time