Watching Leon's departure, Yin Xiaofan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, then turned to look at his sons' doctor. They were all dishonest, cracked dates. These were no good things. They didn't want to eat. The ghost dressed in colorful clothing stayed because of them. Thanks to those old thieves, they managed to think of this.
It was childish of him to be immature.
"Come on, kid, where are you taking me to play?" A teenager walked in, showing off a pair of spirited toes.
"Ah! Are you talking to him?" Yin Xiaoyi asked, looking at Xiao Guang.
"Hey, if not you, then who?" The person full of Arrogance—facing significant disadvantages—said upon seeing Yin Xiaofan.
"I think the Graveyard is nice; it will amuse you for a few more days," Da Mei said with a smile.
He had aged; Yin Xiaogong couldn't get irritated at the moment. Without this little thing, could he not be irritated? Daring to run around in front of Yin Xiaofan, not showing him any respect—that was a good name.
