The young man she met in Supreme City had a very similar temperament to Nan Suyi...
It would be great if he could be Su Yi's son...
It's a pity that he is not, otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to come back with Su Yi.
"I understand, I will spend more time with my aunt."
"Well," Nanfang's expression relaxed a lot, "Also, you can help me put some things in Suyi's bowl..."
Nan Luo paused and looked up at Nan Fang in shock.
She watched Nanfang take out a packet of powder from his pocket and handed it to Nanluo.
"Dad, this...this is not what you usually use to confuse spiritual beasts..."
"For plain clothes."
Nanfang said expressionlessly.
Nan Luo's hands were shaking a little, but she didn't dare to pick up the packet of powder. Her eyes were full of disbelief.
Isn't Suyi her aunt? Why does her father treat her like this?
"Dad, why...are you doing this?" Nan Luo's voice was trembling.
"I said, don't worry so much. If you want your mother to treat you well, you'd better listen to me, otherwise... I won't recognize you as my daughter in the future!"
Nanfang sneered and looked at Nanluo coldly.
Nan Luo finally stretched out her hand, her fingers were trembling, she couldn't hold the powder tightly, and there were tears in her eyes.
"Go, remember what I said to you, and don't let Su Yi know about this matter, otherwise you will know your fate yourself." Nanfang waved his sleeves, his voice was cold.
Nan Luo bit her lip and lowered her head.
For the father, the son is his biological son, and the daughter... is just a tool.
"I understand, Dad." Her voice was so small that it was almost invisible.
She had never done anything like this in her life, so she lowered her eyes and stared at the packet of powder in her hand, her heart trembling even more...
…
Compared to the haze over Nancheng, the weather in Wushang City was unusually sunny.
Since the spiritual energy storm appeared two years ago, there have been no cloudy days in the entire Supreme City. The air is fresher than usual, making people reluctant to leave after coming.
"Mother, mother, mother!"
Xia Xia's body was small and soft. She couldn't even walk very steadily, but she ran over like the woman in the pavilion.
When no one is holding her, she will accidentally fall to the ground, but after she falls, she gets up again and giggles.
"Xia Xia."
Feng Ruqin flashed forward and arrived in front of Xia Xia. He picked her up from the ground with a smile on his face: "Does it hurt from the fall?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Xia Xia smiled innocently, her little dirty hands left a black handprint on Feng Ruqing's face: "It won't hurt if you have a mother."
Feng Ruqing's face turned dark: "Xia Xia!"
Xia Xia raised her head blankly, her big eyes as black as agate, full of grievances.
Feng Ruqing took a deep breath before suppressing the anger in her heart.
It’s my daughter, I can’t hit her!
My daughter must be used for pain!
"Xia Xia, remember to wash your hands next time." She softened her tone and said, "Also, you can't go out alone with Qing Han."
Xia Xia smiled cutely and innocently, and gave Feng Ruqing a kiss.
"I'll set a fire with my sister, and my mother will come with us."
Set...set fire?
At this moment, Feng Ruqing's face turned completely dark: "You went out to set fire? Who made the first move?"
She knew a long time ago that she couldn't let these two girls go out alone!
"Aunt Tang."
"..." Feng Ruqing gritted her teeth, "Where is Tang Yin? Did she take you to set fire? What if you burn yourself?"