Faced with Zhao Tiezhu's toughness, Sun Ji's ancestors almost bite off their teeth, but there is no way.

"The little girl's father is not in my hands at all. How can I give it to you?" Sun Jixian said indignantly.

"Would you believe me if I said Sun Chun was not in my hands?" Zhao Tiezhu came to Sun Tie again and reached for Sun Tie's neck.

It is said that the little girl's father is not in Sun Jixian's hands, let alone Zhao Tiezhu's disbelief. I am afraid the people present, including Sun Jixian himself, do not believe it. But Sun Jixian knew that if Zhao Tiezhu really gave...