He has a gentle face and looks very good-tempered. Unlike Zhan Hanjue, his eyebrows are always slightly frowning and a cold and ruthless face.

"Kneel down," said Zhan Hanjue.

"Ah?" Ye Ninghuan was surprised.

Do you still have to kneel down when worshiping now?

Before he could react, Zhan Hanjue kicked the popliteal fossa. When his legs became weak, he knelt down with a "plop".

"Ah, it hurts."

Ye Ninghua screamed.

It really hurts.

She was wearing a skirt with bare legs and kneeling on the hard and cold ground. What would it be strange if it didn't hurt?

"Father, I'll take her to see you." Zhan Hanjue spoke slowly.

Ye Ninghuan frowned and looked at the tombstone, and an unspeakable feeling surged in his heart.
Chapter completed!