"Father!" The little girl was very insistent.
Ling Han sighed. Forget it, this was just a form of address. There was no need to be too concerned about it.
"What is this, Calabash Brothers?" he complained[1].
"Yi, Father, how did you know?" The little girl tilted her head and looked at Ling Han with an expression that said, "You're so smart."
If it wasn't the Calabash Brothers who popped out of the calabashes, then what was it?
Ling Han then looked at the other six gourds, and couldn't help but grind his teeth. Could it be that all of them contained children like this? Did all of them still have to call him 'daddy'?
However, this little kid was fat and lively. She was really likable.
"Are those all your younger brothers and sisters up there?" he asked. This was because when the message had been sent to him through divine sense previously, there had been more than one voice.
"Father is so smart," the little girl praised.
Alright, he had been praised by a little kid.
