Little Di Shen walked over to Ye Lingyue, lifted his head, and asked expectantly.
"Wife, how did I do today?"
The little guy was nervously staring at Ye Lingyue.
He didn't care about other people's opinions; in Little Di Shen's eyes, no words of praise could compare to a single compliment from Ye Lingyue.
In his eyes, there was only ever her.
Ye Lingyue smiled and said.
"Our Little Di Shen is naturally the best no matter where he is."
"For the past two years, you've always been the one protecting me. From now on, can it be my turn to protect you?"
Little Di Shen looked eagerly at her and extended his hand.
Seeing Little Di Shen's face growing more mature, Ye Lingyue felt a warmth in her heart, nodded heavily, placed her hand in his, and softly said.
"Okay."
Her eyes grew a bit misty; today on the stage, she seemed to see the past Wu Zhong, the Ghost Emperor who could deter thousands of enemies with just his aura.
Her Little Di Shen had truly grown up.
