In the deep mountains shrouded in darkness, a hunched and petite figure moved swiftly and ceaselessly as if walking on flat ground!
Clutching a slender figure in front, and carrying a little meat bun on the back...
A grandfather in the front, and a grandson behind!
"Um... Old Handsome Guy, are you really my grandpa? Really the father of my mother?" the little meat bun asked once more, still not giving up hope.
"You've asked that question thirty-two times already!" Granny Wu Shan's icy voice came through, her eyes betraying her worry as she looked at the person unconscious in her arms.
"Believe me, I can ask thirty-eight times!" Upon hearing this, the little meat bun huffed through his nose, arrogantly retorting, still remembering how the old lady had scared him with a skeleton!
Silence!
Granny Wu Shan couldn't be bothered with the never-resting little tyke anymore!
