"Father, Mother!" Wanyan Chenxi left the swing and greeted Wanyan Kang and Su Mei.
"Eh, Xi'er, were you just with Lin'er?!" Seeing his daughter like this, Wanyan Kang was somewhat surprised. "I thought you two would fight when you met each other!"
Xi'er? Hearing this name, Long Yinlin felt alarm bells ringing in his heart. Looking at her appearance, he vaguely overlapped her with the little girl in his memory. "Is it you? Are you Wanyan Chenxi? Are you the little witch?"
Long Yinlin pointed at Wanyan Chenxi, his fingertips trembling slightly. After confirming her identity, the unpleasant memories in his mind surfaced. Could this girl in a goose-yellow robe with a sweet smile be the little witch who had burned his alchemy room? Long Yinlin couldn't imagine it.
