C193 Killing night(part ii)

Unknowingly, a paper fan had appeared in his hands and was gently swaying. If Gongsun Ze Tian had grown up even more, he might even be able to make out the four words' playboy boy boy ', but a five year old child, holding a fan and fanning himself, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like he was faking it.

"How do you feel?" Gongsun Ztian jokingly asked