Ansel's eyes lit up. "Daddy, do you know how?"
The child clearly wanted Ruan Tianling to tell the story. Even if he didn't know how, he would have to.
Jian Yufei didn't hesitate to sell him out: "He does. He tells great stories. Ruan Tianling, isn't that right?"
Ruan Tianling glared at her, thinking, "Since when did I know how to tell stories?"
Jian Yufei's hand, placed at his waist, kept pinching him. Helpless, he nodded, "Yes, I do."
"Daddy, I want a thrilling story," Ansel demanded excitedly.
Seeing how he was willing to stay awake just for a story, Ruan Tianling didn't mind entertaining him.
He sat down beside the bed, his voice deep as he said, "I'll tell you a true story."
"Alright," Ansel said, listening attentively.
Ruan Tianling took a moment to gather his thoughts before starting slowly, "A long, long time ago, in a remote mountain village…"
Upon hearing such a cliché opening, Jian Yufei couldn't resist poking fun.
"Isn't this way too formulaic?!"
