“Feng Yin?”
My mother, who was excited in surprise, stared at Feng Yin with wide eyes, and then at Zhang Zixuan on the bed.
“Daughter – she, she, she, – the living wind yin!”
“Oh my God! I saw the living wind yin.”
It is obvious that Zhang Zixuan’s mother is a fan of Feng Yin.
“I live a good life with the blessing of the King of Hell.”
Feng Yin stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Zhang Zixuan’s mother. A half-joking word made Zhang Zixuan’s mother try to suppress the screams in the gap in her throat, and tried her best to calmly and pretend to be indifferent to stretch out one hand.
“Hello.”
“Mom, don’t pretend to be indifferent at this time. It’s been exposed just now.”
Zhang Zixuan’s heart was a little bit untied, and she looked at Feng Yin with more words, “I know you because my mother likes to watch your live broadcast.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, her father loves watching more, right?”
Zhang Zixuan’s mother tried to pretend to be stable, first betrayed her closest teammate. Zhang Zixuan’s father, who was suddenly named, held his hands in front of her, and the corners of her lips were raised to a fixed scale.
“Her mom is right!”
“You can’t say anything else!”
Zhang Zixuan’s mother glared at her father fiercely. Zhang Zixuan’s father immediately put down his hand and stood up straight.
“Her mother is very right!”
“Hahahaha!”
“Puchi—“
Several people in the room were hilariously funny by Zhang Zixuan’s father, but he himself looked cute and expressionless, which made everyone laugh even happier.
[This dad is very real. 】
[It’s so interesting, my dad is the same. 】