As much as Xuefeng wanted to laugh, he understood Xiao Feng frustration as a fellow man. Who wouldn't want to have multiple top class beauties as wives while shared deep love with them. Although it was hard, Xuefeng was an example that it was doable.
"Yiren, don't scold your father too much," Xuefeng called out with a smile, barely holding himself from laughing from the constant giggle of Nuwa next to him. "Come here."
"Yes~" Yiren nodded happily and hopped into Xuefeng's arms in a few steps, her feet flying into the air as she hanged herself on his neck. Xuefeng didn't have the will to tell her otherwise, no matter what customs were in place and embraced her to support her.
"Yiren, I want to tell you a secret, okay?" He spoke in a secretive tone, feeling as Yiren's fingers dive into his scalp and massage it.
