Chi Feng entered Liu Wei's home, sat down directly on the sofa, glanced at Liu Wei's wife, then at Liu Wei's daughter, and asked, "What are your names?"
"My name is Lyu Ping."
The woman sensed something was wrong, and while speaking, she quietly grabbed a pair of scissors from the dining table behind her.
"My name is Jia Jia. Uncle, do you need help?"
Liu Wei's daughter was thirteen years old this year, and she looked at Chi Feng with an innocent face and asked.
A perverse smile appeared on Chi Feng's face as he said, "Yes, I need both of your help. Now, the two of you take off your clothes first."
Upon hearing these words, Jia Jia and Lyu Ping were both stunned.
Jia Jia asked, "Uncle, what are you trying to do, why do you want us to take off our clothes?"
"Jia Jia, don't talk to him. Hurry back to your room."
Lyu Ping shouted, and although Jia Jia did not understand what was happening, she quickly pushed her wheelchair toward her own room.
