Tan Zheng's expression immediately piqued Tong Yao's interest.
She stepped forward, squatted in front of Tan Zheng, and said with a smile, "Why?"
Tan Zheng's face looked terrible, maintaining a grim expression. Even at such a young age, he already appeared a bit intimidating.
Tong Yao gently chuckled, "Tell me about your Yun... Mother Yun."
"No." Tan Zheng's voice was rigid, as if he was being forced.
Tong Yao squinted her eyes, "I said, speak!"
When she put on such a stern face to intimidate a child, she truly looked quite terrifying.
After all, Tong Yao had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Her expression, her gaze, and the murderous aura she couldn't conceal...
Even adults dared not meet Tong Yao's eyes, let alone a child?
