"Daddy."
Behind him, the blonde woman in the mask placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned over to whisper in his ear with a clear and charming voice, "Long time no see."
Xia Feng glanced at her sideways, unfazed, and calmly said, "My dear daughter, are you planning to commit patricide?"
"How could that be? With Caiya here, you won't die, Daddy." The blonde woman in the mask traced her fingers along Xia Feng's jawline with amusement.
Xia Feng showed no reaction, but Ke Yanqing was startled by the woman in the mask who suddenly appeared nearby, her legs went weak, and she plopped down.
The crisp sound attracted the attention of the blonde woman and Xia Feng, who both stared at her in surprise.
Ke Yanqing's once cool and pretty face instantly seemed like a boiling cauldron, as redness and hot steam rose, clouding her mind with an incessant buzz, her nerves stretched to the limit, slowly snapping—
