Hearing Han Xuenai's words—wait, hearing Ye Xuan's words, Duan Lingtian could not help but shudder.
If this girl grew up, she would probably turn into a "little demoness" of a character.
Thinking of the "little demoness," Duan Lingtian's gaze grew distant as the figure of a girl in yellow appeared in his mind.
Chapter 870