Nighttime.
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Su Ping finally sat up in bed.
Although he had some experience from his past and current lives, what happened tonight was simply too bizarre.
He was also certain that the Paperman had mutated. Otherwise, why would it have Metal Element abilities?
But compared to that spatial ripple, the possibly mutated little Paperman didn't seem like much.
What on earth was that thing?
So, unable to sleep and finding no answers online, Su Ping picked up his phone and dialed a number.
It was neither Qin Xiaoxue nor anyone else, but the person closest to him in this world—bar none: his own father, Su Anyong.
Ever since his dad went to Beihai City, he'd occasionally send a message to say hello, with no further contact. It was as if Su Anyong had forgotten he had such a son and his own family business.
However, after so many years, Su Ping had long grown accustomed to his unreliable old man.
