Dugu Yan's Rage: My Grandpa is a Titled Douluo!

"Good. I'm glad to hear it." Nan Feng nodded in satisfaction. "What about daily life? Is there anything you're lacking, or anything you need my help with? Don't be polite with me."

"It's quite good. Really, we don't lack anything. You don't need to worry so much."

Ah Rou shook her head.

She set down the book in her hands and quietly gazed at Nan Feng with gentle eyes. Her expression gradually became somewhat complicated, even carrying an indescribable... maternal affection.

She had never really understood why Nan Feng was so good to them.

She could tell that Nan Feng's concern was absolutely not false kindness put on for show.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted them to be happy and live peacefully here. He even seemed to subconsciously enjoy the feeling of being depended on by them.

But this man had once held a blade to their necks and threatened them viciously, saying that he would one day use mother and daughter as sacrifices for hundred-thousand-year soul rings!

And now? Not only had he found them the safest shelter on the entire continent, he also came by every few days to check on them like an old father who worried himself sick.

If this were some scheme to lure them in before striking, then with Nan Feng's strength, taking their lives would be no more difficult than lifting a finger. There was no need to go through so much trouble.

Looking at Nan Feng's face, Ah Rou suddenly came to a realization:

This man, covered in slaughter and calculation, actually yearned deep down for a peaceful life filled with the warmth of everyday life, a life where someone cared about him.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Ah Rou's inexplicably maternal, affectionate gaze made Nan Feng's skin crawl. Goosebumps were