His speechless expression made Guo Xiaohe jump from her seat and hit the ceiling of the shuttle. She sat cross-legged again, grimacing, and rubbed his head hard. "Dad, I was joking. But what's with your guilty face? Did I point the truth out?"
"What are you talking about? What a child. Your mom and I are fine!" Guo Chunfeng held the steering wheel with one hand and touched his daughter's head with the other. "What nonsense have you been reading?"
"Then what did you mean, Dad?" Guo Xiaohe blinked her watery eyes and asked, "What do you mean by 'my life will experience drastic changes'?"
Guo Chunfeng blinked and took a long breath. "What I meant to tell you is that 'researcher of the Storm Institute of the Bureau of Meteorology' is just my disguise. In fact, your dad was the best agent of the 'Secret Sword Bureau' decades ago and the most excellent demon hunter of the federation.