Bai Xilie raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Something good? Indeed, your mother has a righteous personality, maybe wherever she goes, she brings joy and help."
Speaking of this, Bai Xilie thought of some Uncle Immortal.
His long eyebrows and cold gaze gradually froze.
His wife is beautiful, but not by his side; he really fears others coveting her.
Bai Zhi'er, however, said, "Mother's deeds are not just as simple as helping people!"
The little one wanted to show her father.
She looked around, then immediately stood up, and ran off with her little feet.
Bai Zhi'er picked up a broken, dry twig.
Her voice was soft, "Daddy, watch closely."
Bai Xilie lazily tilted his head, observing.
Bai Zhi'er held the twig with her left hand and gently waved her right hand around the twig, slowly moving twice.
A subtle pink glow emerged in the little one's eyes.
Bai Xilie suddenly felt as if even the wind in the courtyard had joined in the commotion.
Then something incredible happened.
