"Your reaction just now... was a bit exaggerated."
Wu Xiaode said.
He squatted on a chair with a sea bowl in front of him, filled with steaming beef noodles.
The man opposite held a cigarette in his mouth, squinting:
"Nonsense, I am the recorder of history, documenting events from various timelines, yet suddenly, someone who was supposed to be in the final abyss appeared right before me—"
"You'd be startled too if it happened to you."
Wu Xiaode contemplated, "Since you're the one who records history, you must have some notable strength."
A baby's cry came from the room.
"Strength? Laughable, I don't even have money, let alone strength."
After the man said this, he extinguished the cigarette, stood up silently, and took a bag of milk powder and a bottle into the inner room.
After feeding the baby, washing its bottom, changing the diaper, and coaxing it to sleep, he came out sweating and collapsed weakly on a chair—
