"I am Huang Tianhao, the Patriarch of the Sacred Phoenix Clan..."
Huang Yueli stared at this line of words, but did not respond for a while.
Because she thought she was hallucinating!
However, when she subconsciously turned her head to look at Li Moying, she found that her always aloof and calm husband also had a shocked expression on his face.
"You...you are Huang Tianhao?! How is it possible?"
The beggar made a whooping sound from his throat, as if he was smiling wryly, and the pen in his hand began to move again.
"I know, you are Huang Yueli, the god-level genius of the Sacred Phoenix Clan."
Seeing these words, Huang Yueli and Li Moying looked at each other, and their expressions became extremely serious.
