C238 Son of King Rong

Mo Beichen's face was covered in frost, but his eyes were slightly melting. He lowered his head and looked at the little girl in his arms. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up and his arm slightly retracted, causing the crowd to be even tighter.

"Are you afraid that Mr. Wei and I will run away?"

"You dare? This King will break your legs."

Su Yueru's heart skipped a beat