C1532 Female Ataxia

Dian Feng restrained the killing intent in his heart and took a sip of tea. He frowned slightly as he looked at his daughter who was lying in front of him.

As a father, he didn't feel comfortable at all.

A bad boy chased his own daughter into his hands. This kind of feeling made Dian Feng's eyes flash with hostility.

Seeing Dian Feng not saying anything