Xia Feng looked at Feng Nuoyi thoughtfully.
It was apparent that Feng Jianyi deeply loved his daughter.
Seeing the dodgy big brother staring at her with a weird look, Feng Nuoyi clutched her dad's clothes and shrank back, murmuring fearfully, "Big brother, I'm still young... There's no chance between us."
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Little brat, who would even think about possibilities with you.
Xia Feng had discovered that, although Feng Jianyi's daughter appeared young, around six or seven years old, her mind was far more mature than her peers—a clever little devil.
He shook his head and turned back to the window.
Jing Jiu had snapped back to reality from his surprise and was once again flying forward to the next carriage, gradually growing distant.
Jing Jiu was skilled in Space Skill, and this distance was still far from enough to think about escaping.
Still needed to wait.
But at that moment, a commotion drew Xia Feng's attention, and he turned his head to look.
