"Silly girl, don't be sad, this leg of your godfather's probably won't heal in this lifetime!"
The Dragon King reached out with his rugged hand, gently wiped Bai Weiwei's eyes, and said with a smile.
The more the Dragon King said this, the more guilty Bai Weiwei felt, her eyes turning redder and redder, "Godfather, your daughter swears, she will definitely make your legs better!"
"Mm, godfather believes you!" The Dragon King smiled and comforted Bai Weiwei.
Then, the Dragon King laughed and looked at Lin Fan, "Isn't my goddaughter great?"
"She's good, just a little short-tempered!" Lin Fan commented.
"Hey! You jerk, who are you calling short-tempered?" Bai Weiwei glared angrily at Lin Fan, shouting.
"Alright, alright! You're not short-tempered, okay? Gentle, elegant, and unique!" Lin Fan said helplessly.
"Who said I'm gentle, this lady is not gentle, gentle my foot!" Bai Weiwei retorted again to Lin Fan.
