C343 Beating up the Qilin

There was a faint smile on her delicate and pretty face, like a harmless big boy next door stepping on pieces of blood, she arrived in front of Ye Xiaomin, knelt on the ground, and sobbed, "Feng greets father!"

"You, you really are Feng?" Ye Xiaomin's hands trembled. He had just heard this young man announce his name. He thought he had misheard Ye Wufeng, or perhaps it was the same name