On this side, they were preparing to leave. Far away in the Phoenix Empire, Old Patriarch Feng was playing with his young son in the courtyard!
"Little Ye'er, go and get the ball back."
After Feng Sanyuan threw the ball out of his hand, he asked his son to pick it up. It was like he was playing with a dog. The Feng Guards who were guarding in the secret couldn't help but find it funny.
This is his real father, because only a real father would play with his son like he would with a dog. Especially Litte Ye'er, who didn't realise his father was making fun of him. He grinned and drooled as he crawled to pick the ball up and ran back to his father with it.
"Father, ball."
The little guy smiled, his eyes squinted like a pair of peach blossom eyes. His innocent white and tender face was so cute and delicate. The three year old child still had a little bit of baby fat on him. He was always so happy that everyone who saw him would smile.
