At last, Cao Zhao's mind and soul had returned from the Sea of Consciousness, he's surprised that his son was right in front of him.
"Little Ling?" Cao Zhao then looked at the familiar little girl beside his son. Somehow, Qiqi's face reminds him of a goddess that he had met many years ago. However, he couldn't recall the complete memory.
"Who are you, little miss? Why do you have a familiar presence with 'her'?"
"Hm?" Qiqi was askew. She was, in fact, also familiar with Cao Zhao. "Ah! Maybe you have met with my-"
Before Qiqi finished her sentence, Ling covered her mouth to prevent the innocent vixen girl disclosing her true identity.
