"Father!" She ran to him and threw herself into his arms. "Father, do you miss me?"
Feng Xiao caught his daughter. At this moment, the heart of the tough man was too soft to speak. He tapped his daughter's head in his arms and laughed. "I miss you! I've been constantly thinking about since you've left home. I've been looking forward to your return. Let's go. Father ordered the dishes you like to be made for your welcome dinner."
Little Hell's Lord, who was walking slowly behind, looked at the father and daughter who were hugging each other. Although they were father and daughter, he still felt embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. His face was gloomy.
"Eh? Who is the child? Why do you look like…?" Feng Xiao was just about to say this child looked like Hell's Lord. But then, he saw the child came up and pulled the corner of his daughter's garment.
"What's the matter?" Feng Jiu looked down.
