A strange face appeared in Little Fengning's view.
Welly could deceive Sally, but he couldn't deceive his own son.
Especially his cooking, Little Fengning could tell just from the smell that it was his handiwork.
But Sally had not eaten Welly's cooking much and didn't notice.
"How is your mother's health?"
"She's very unhappy. Did you make mom angry again? Why did she look like she saw a member of the Demon Clan when she saw you, so full of murderous intention?"
"…" Welly cleaned up the utensils on the table, "Did your mother… mention Little Beibei?"
"No, what's wrong with Little Sister Beibei?"
"She… must be angry that I am from the Demon Clan." Welly touched his head, "Take good care of your mother, do whatever she asks you to."
"Then you better leave quickly. Kill more of the Demon Army in the future; maybe mom won't be angry anymore."
