Yuwen Zhi did not expect this little packrat to be the princess of the East Continent.
Then wouldn't her father be the legendary Ghost King, Mo Beiyuan?
"Then who is your father?"
"My father is the most powerful father!"
Yuwen Zhi followed the little packrat's gaze and finally saw the man standing in the hall. He was dressed in black and exuded a dignified aura. His strange eyes were enough to prove his identity.
Yuwen Zhi really wanted to ask how such a fierce person had given birth to such a chubby little packrat.
However, she was afraid and did not dare to do so.
No matter how scary this little ball's father was, Yuwen Zhi wanted to pet this little ball.
"Can I hug you?"
"You're with Third Granduncle. You can carry Sweetcake!"
