Ye Xingbei shuddered at the memory of Lingyue grabbing a venomous snake by its seven inches without changing his expression, tossing it rapidly and accurately onto Xie Yumo.
"This child definitely needs more attention and proper guidance. Otherwise, who knows, he might turn out to be another Xie Yumo."
He possessed a coldness and decisiveness beyond that of his peers, as well as agile courage.
Ye Xingbei felt that even at eighteen years old, she didn't have the bravery and decisiveness that Lingyue displayed at this moment.
As Lingyue held Xiao Shumiao's soft little hand, a gentle smile appeared on his face, handsome and soft, nothing like the cold, determined gaze he had when capturing the snake with his bare hands and throwing it toward Xie Yumo.
Ye Xingbei: "..."
Raising a child is really a headache.
After the car drove for more than half an hour, it stopped in a particularly scenic spot.
The group got out of the car, and Gu Junzhu led them to a house and stopped.
