"Father, what's the matter with you?"
Pu Qingyin could not help asking curiously when she saw the old man's complexion suddenly changed and his body became stiff.
In her impression, her father seemed to be like this for the first time.
"You, you are..."
The old man did not answer Pu Qingyin. Instead, he placed those hollow eyes on Ye Bei, and his voice trembled fiercely.
"Do you really know each other?"
Pu Qingyin was not stupid, on the contrary, her IQ was still very high. After hearing this, she immediately reacted, opening her mouth wide, first glanced at Ye Bei, and then at her father in shock.
"En, it's me..." Ye Bei's voice sounded.
"Good, good, good..."
