The white-clad monk raised an eyebrow, with a rebellious nature just like Yu Longting.
My eyelids were about to twitch from fatigue, yet he completely ignored me, "What head? I didn't..."
Dumpling!! Don't fall asleep!!
Please help your mom, help our family.
The burden of maintaining family unity can only be solved with your help.
Truly at my wit's end, I touched my belly and kept muttering to myself inside.
"Grandpa, are you my grandpa?" A soft, almost sleepy voice gently emerged from my abdomen.
The white-clad monk's gentle yet slightly frivolous smile suddenly froze.
He mechanically lowered his gaze slowly, staring at the tiny movements under the snug cheongsam, "He..."
"Your grandson, nickname Dumpling, Dragon Dad." I now, to mediate the family dispute, shamelessly said with a fawning smile.
Just hoping Dragon Dad doesn't hate me so much that he extends it to his own grandson.
Otherwise, I'd be slapping my own face.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
