Hearing Duan Jintian's words, Xirong fuchen also looked around. It was really strange just now.
Every time he came to see his father, there was no wind or fog like this.
And that cloud of mist seemed to have a different color.
He felt like his father was looking at him.
Perhaps it was father and son, or perhaps they had some telepathy, but he really felt that his father had been looking at him just now.
After Duan Jintian finished speaking, she continued to burn joss paper for Xirong ziye.
She could feel Xirong fuchen's silence. She blinked her eyes and said,""Chen Gege, what's wrong?"
Even Xirong fuchen's expression didn't look right.
Xirong fuchen caressed Duan Jintian's hair."I had a strange feeling just now. It was as if father was looking at us."
Duan Jintian had heard many stories since she was young. The stories of her parents, the Xie family, and the Black Dragon Gang.
