Mu Tingfeng nodded in all seriousness. "Yes, really."
Zhao Youlin was still a little worried. After a long time, she said, "Do you think that child can stand with that idiot's antics?"
Mu Tingfeng smiled meaningfully. "It's fine, as long as Luo Weibing can bear with hers."
"Huh?"
As if seeing the doubt in Zhao Youlin's heart, the corners of Mu Tingfeng's lips curved slightly. He lowered his head and pressed it against Zhao Youlin's forehead. "If that girl, Wanting, and grandfather can control her, then your worries might be in the right place. But no one in the entire Mu family, including grandfather, can control her. If Wanting is a little demoness, that girl is the queen of all demons. They are not on the same level at all."
