Being Nezha's father comes with more pressure than you might think.
Each time Li Jing thought about Nezha's swift progress, he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. His already sparse beard had unknowingly been plucked by himself, losing quite a few strands.
But!
Speaking of which!
Shouldn't I, Li Jing, be the protagonist of this book?
Why does my start seem more like a background panel, civilian mode!? Could it be that my fate, my protagonist's halo, has been hijacked?
Thinking of this, Li Jing couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
No!
There must be some scoundrels plotting against me!
Without further delay, he submerged his mind into the small tower and saw a crimson fate above his head, like beacon smoke reaching straight for the skies. Under the suppression of the small tower, it remained unshaken by the gusts of wind.
Hmm, handsome!
Looking any way, it's still handsome!
360 degrees without a dead angle!
